"Reverend Black Grape" lyrics

Hey
You know what I mean?

Sell a man your religion
Say I walking down a hit song
A booming business
Buying, selling belief
Standing in the pews
Talking bullshit, bullshit, bullshit
Bullshit, bullshit
I want to know, I want to know
Can you feel the spirit of the lord?

There's nothing more sinister
As ministers in dresses
Gather round some nice black people
While I deliver this message
Kill the message

You do nothing but socialise
And become a menace
Put on your Reeboks man
And go play funky tennis

Can I get a witness
I said can, I get a witness

Oh, come oh ye faithful
Oh, joyful and triumphant
Gather around
While I blow my own trumpet

Oh, Pope he got the Nazis
To clean up their messes
In exchange for gold and paintings
He gave them new addresses
Clean up your messes

Hi, hi furer
Hi, hi furer

Oh, my father's father's father's father
By nature he was bendy
We are the chi chine tribe
And we are over friendly

Can I get a witness
Yeah
I said
Come on
Can, I get a witness

Oh, come all ye faithful
Oh, joyful and triumphant
Gather around me
While I blow my own trumpet

Can I get a witness?

Poppycock
For what we are about to receive
Would he agree a stately minuet would be preferable to a rain dance

Hey there bothers and sisters
Hang in there
Yeah

Oh, come all ye faithful
Oh, joyful and triumphant
Gather around
While I blow my own trumpet

Oh, come oh ye faithful
You're so joyful and triumphant
Gather around
While I blow my own trumpet

I want to know
I want to know
I want to know
I want to know
Can you feel
I said
Can you feel
Can you feel
The spirit of the lord

Oh, come all ye faithful
Oh, joyful and triumphant
Gather around
While I blow my own trumpet

Can you feel the spirit of the lord?
Can you feel the spirit of the lord?