Текст песни Selling Jesus, Skunk Anansie

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 your toes now
because the angels can t be bothered to live 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 your 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 knees
they get their theories from the same place
then build a church if there s some money left
from lying on the beach