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 your 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 knees 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 bones they re selling jesus again selling love to you selling love  love love love love and they re selling jesus and they re selling jesus and they re selling jesus and they re selling jesus and they re selling jesus and they re selling jesus and they re selling jesus again they re selling jesus again they re selling jesus again they want your soul and your money your blood and your bones they re selling jesus again they re selling jesus again they want your soul and your money your blood and your bones they re selling jesus again selling love to you selling love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love 
['british alternative rock']