Holy Smoke

(Dickinson/Smith)

Believe in me - send us money

Died on the cross and that ain't funny

But my so called friends they're making me a joke

They missed out what I said like I never spoke

They choose what they wanna hear - they don't tell a lie

They just leave out the truth as they're watching you die

They're saving your souls by taking your money

Flies around shit, bees around honey

chorus

Holy Smoke Holy Smoke, plenty bad preachers for

The Devil to stoke

Feed'em in feet first this is no joke

This is thirsty work making Holy Smoke yeah

making Holy Smoke

Jimmy Reptile and all his friends

Say they gonna be with you at the end

Burning records burning books

Holy soldiers nazi looks

Crocodile smiles just wait a while

Till the TV queen gets her make-up clean

I've lived in filth I've lived in sin

And I still smell cleaner than the shit you're in

repeat chorus

Holy Smoke - smells good

They ain't religious but they ain't no fools

When Noah built his cadillac it was cool

Two by two they're still going down

And the satellite circus just left town

I think they're strange and when they're dead

They can have a Lincoln for their bed

Friend of the president trick of the tail

Now they ain't got a prayer 100 years in jail

repeat chorus

Holy Smoke - hah