Selling Jesus

You kill me with your smelly fingers
 Your smelly fingers from the sex you had on Christmas Day
 And now you say you're feeling guilty
 You're feeling guilty 'cause your god was shining on your face
 You go to church and light a candle
 And then you're blinded by the light from all the golden pews
 The devil's snapping at your toes now
 Because the angels can't be bothered to live up to you
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 They're selling Jesus again
 They're selling Jesus again
 They want your soul and your money
 Your blood and your votes
 They're selling Jesus again
 Selling love to you, selling love
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 You're buying this, you're buying that now
 You're wishing all the money in the world belonged to you
 You're crucified upon your own cross now
 You're givin' money to the white men in the white limo
 That kind of god is always man-made
 They made him up then wrote a book to keep you on your knees
 They get their theories from the same place
 And build a church if there's some money left from lying on the beach
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 They're selling Jesus again
 They're selling Jesus again
 They want your soul and your money
 Your blood and your votes
 They're selling Jesus again
 Selling love to you, selling love
 Love, love, love, love
 Love (and they're selling Jesus)
 Love (and they're selling Jesus)
 Love (and they're selling Jesus)
 Love (and they're selling Jesus)
 Love (and they're selling Jesus)
 Love (and they're selling Jesus)
 Love (and they're selling Jesus)
 Love
 They're selling Jesus again
 They're selling Jesus again
 They want your soul and your money
 Your blood and your votes
 They're selling Jesus again
 They're selling Jesus again
 They want your soul and your money
 Your blood and your votes
 They're selling Jesus again
 Selling love to you, selling love
 Love, love, love, love, love
 Love, love, love, love, love
 Love, love, love, love, love
 Love, love, love, love, love
 Love
 Love
 Love
 Love