Reverend Black Grape

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!)