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