Yeah!

You know what I mean?

Sell a man your religion

Say I walking down a hit song

A booming business

Buying, selling belief

Standing in the pews

Talking bullshit, bullshit, bullshit,

Bullshit, bullshit

I want to know, I want to know,

Can you feel the Spirit 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 Reeboks man

And go play funky tennis

Can I get a witness?

(Yeah!)

I said can I get a witness?

Oh come all 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

(Heil heil Fuhrer!

Heil heil Fuhrer!)

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! Come on!)

I said can I get a witness?

Oh come all ye faithful

Oh joyful and triumphant

Gather around me,

While I blow my own trumpet

Can I get a witness?

Would he agree that a stately minuet would be preferable to the rain dance?

(Amen brothers and sisters!

Hang in there!

Yeah!)

Oh come all ye faithful

Oh joyful and triumphant

Gather around,

While I blow my own trumpet

Oh come all 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!

Can you feel, I said can you feel, can you feel

The Spirit of the Lord?

Oh come all ye faithful,

Oh joyful and triumphant,

Gather around

While I blow my own trumpet

Can you feel the Spirit of the Lord?

(Yeah!)

Can you feel the Spirit of the Lord?

(Yeah!)