Reverend Black Grape Lyrics - 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, bullshit, bullshit 

Bullshit, bullshit 

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 fucking 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?