Lyrics
Hey, you know what I mean?
Sellin' him your religionSay I walking down a hit songA booming businessBuying,
selling beliefStanding in the pewsTalking 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 sinisteras ministers in dressesGather round some nice
black peopleWhile I deliver this messageKill the message
you do nothing but socialiseand become a menaceput on your reboks manand go
play fucking tennis
can I get a witnessI said can, I get a witness
Oh come oh ye faithfulOh joyful and triumphantGather around, While I blow my own
trumpet
Oh Pope he got the NazisTo clean up their messesHe exchanged the gold and
paintingsHe gave them new addressesClean up your messes
Hi, hi furerHi, hi furer
Oh my fathers, fathers, fathers, fatherBy nature he was bendyWe are the chi
chine tribeand we are over friendly
can I get a witnessyeahI saidCome oncan, I get a witness
Oh come oh ye faithfulOh joyful and triumphantGather around me, while I blow my
own trumpet
Can I get a witness?
Poppycock.for what we are about to receivewould he agree a stately minuet would
be preferable to a rain dance
Hey there bothers and sistersHang in thereYeah
Oh come oh ye faithfulOh joyful and triumphantGather around, While I blow my own
trumpet
Oh come oh ye faithfulYou’re so joyful and triumphantGather around,
While I blow my own trumpet
I want to knowI want to knowI want to knowI want to knowcan you feelI saidcan
you feelcan you feelthe 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?