Yeah!
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?
(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!)
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