| Lyrics |
You kill me with your smelly fingersyour smelly fingers from the sex you had on Christmas dayand now you say you're feeling guiltyyou're feeling guilty 'cos your god was shining on your faceyou go to church and light a candleand then you're blinded by the light from the golden pewsthe devil's snapping your toes nowbecause the angels can't be bothered to live to youthey're selling Jesus againthey're selling Jesus againthey want your soul and your money your blood and your votesthey're selling Jesus againselling love to you - selling loveyou're buying this you're buying that nowyou're wishing all the money in the world belonged to youyou're crucified upon your own cross nowyou're givin' money to the white men in the white limothat kind of god is always man-madethey made him up then wrote a book to keep you on your kneesthey get their theories from the same placethen build a church if there's some money leftfrom lying on the beach
|