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 ball%#@!, ball%#@!, ball%#@!,

Ball%#@!, ballshit
I want to know, I want to know,
Can you feel the sprit of the lord?


[Ryder]
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 !#@$s
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?


[Spoken]
Poppy@@#!.
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?