selling jesus
skunk anansie
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 `cos your god was shining on your face
you go to church and light a candle
and then you`re blinded by the light from the golden pews
the devil`s snapping your toes now
because the angels can`t be bothered to live with you
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
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 you`re 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
then build a church if there`s some money left