Reverend Black Grape

Hey, You know what I mean? Sellin' him your religion Say I walking down a hit song A booming business Buying, selling belief Standing in the pews Talking ballshit, bullshit, bullshit Bullshit, bullshit I want to know, I want to know Can you feel the sprit 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 reboks man And go play fucking 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 He exchanged the gold and paintings He gave them new addresses Clean up your messes Hi, hi furer Hi, hi furer 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 I said Come on Can, I get a witness Oh come oh 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 oh 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 sprit of the lord Oh come oh ye faithful, Oh joyful and triumphant Gather around, While I blow my own trumpet Can you feel the sprit of the lord? Can you feel the sprit of the lord?