Lyrics: Skunk Anansie. Selling Jesus.

You kill me with your smelly fingers Your smelly fingers from the sex you had on Christmas Day And now you say you're feeling guilty You're feeling guilty 'cos your god was shining on your face You go to church and light a candle And then you're blinded by the light from the golden pews The devil's snapping at your toes now Because the angels can't be bothered to give to you They're selling jesus again They're selling jesus again They want your soul and your money your blood and your votes They're selling jesus again Selling love to you - selling love You're buying this you're buying that now You're wishing all the money in the world belonged to you You're crucified upon you're own cross now You're 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 kness They get their theories from the same place Then build a church if there's some money left From lying on the beach They're selling jesus again They're selling jesus again They want your soul and your money your blood and your votes They're selling jesus again Selling love to you - selling love They're selling jesus again They're selling jesus again They want your soul and your money your blood and your votes They're selling jesus again Selling love to you - selling love