Selling Jesus

You kill me with your smelly fingers

Your smelly fingers from the sex you had on Christmas Day

And know you say you're feeling guilty

You're feeling guilty 'cause 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 giving 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, blood, and your bones

They're selling Jesus again

Selling love to you, selling love

Love, love, love, 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

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

Love, love, love, love

Love, love, love, love

Love, love, love, love

Love, love, love, love

Love, love, love, love