Selling Jesus

You kill me with your smelly fingers
Your smelly fingers from the *** you had on
Christmas
DayAnd now you say youre feeling guilty
Youre feeling guilty cos your
God was shining on your face
You go to church and light a candle
And then youre blinded by the light from all the golden pews
The devils snapping at your toes now
Because the angels cant be bothered to live up to you
Theyre selling
Jesus again
Theyre selling
Jesus again
They want your soul and your money
Blood and your bones
Theyre selling
Jesus again
Selling love to you, selling love
Youre buying this, youre buying that now
Youre wishing all the money in the world belonged to you
Youre crucified upon your own cross now
Youre givin money to the white men in the white limo
That kind of
God is always man-made
They made him up then wrote a book to keep you on your knees
They get their theories from the same place
And build a church if theres some money left
From lying on the beach
Theyre selling
Jesus again
Theyre selling
Jesus again
They want your soul and your money
Your blood and your bones
Theyre selling
Jesus again
Selling love to you, selling love
Love, love, love, love
Love, love, love, love
Love, love, love, love
Theyre selling
Jesus again
Theyre selling
Jesus again
They want your soul and your money
Your blood and your bones
Theyre selling
Jesus again
Theyre selling
Jesus again
They want your soul and your money
Your blood and your bones
Theyre selling
Jesus again
Selling love to you, selling love
Love, love, love, love
Love, love, love, love
Love, love, love, love
Love, love, love, love
Love, love, love, love, love