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, ballshit, ballshit
Ballshit, ballshit
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 funky 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?