Reverend Black Grape

Yeah!
 You know what I mean?
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 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?
 (Yeah!)
 I said can I get a witness?
 Oh come all 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
 He exchanged the gold and paintings
 He gave them new addresses
 Clean up your messes
 (Heil heil Fuhrer!
 Heil heil Fuhrer!)
 Oh my fathers, fathers, fathers, father
 By nature he was bendy
 We are the chi chine tribe
 And we are over friendly
 Can I get a witness?
 (Yeah! Come on!)
 I said 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?
 Would he agree that a stately minuet would be preferable to the rain dance?
 (Amen brothers 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 all 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!
 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?
 (Yeah!)
 Can you feel the Spirit of the Lord?
 (Yeah!)