Interpret:

Skunk Anansie

Album:

Paranoid & Sunburnt

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 all the golden pews 
The devil's snapping at your toes now 
Because the angels can't be bothered to live up to you 


They're selling jesus again 
They're selling jesus again 
They want your soul and your money, blood and your bones 
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 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, blood and your bones 
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, blood and your bones 
They're selling jesus again 
Selling love to you - selling love