Reverend Black Grape

Yeah

You know what I mean?

Sell a man your religion

Said come on, get down with his song

A booming business

Buyin', sellin' belief

Standin' in the pews

Talkin' 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 socialize

And become a menace

Put on your Reebok, man

And go and play funky tennis

Can I get a witness?

(Yeah)

I said, can I get a witness?

Oh, come oh 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

In exchange for gold and paintings

He gave them new addresses

Clean up your messes

My father's father's father's father

By nature, he was bendy

We are the chi chine tribe

An we are over-friendly

Can I get a witness?

(Yeah)

Come on, I said, can I get a witness?

Oh, come oh ye faithful

Oh, joyful and triumphant

Gather around me

While I blow my own trumpet

Can I get a witness?

Would he agree a stately minuet

Would be preferable to the rain dance?

Hey there, brothers and sisters

Hang in there

Yeah

Oh, come oh ye faithful

Oh, joyful and triumphant

Gather around me

While I blow my own trumpet

Oh, come oh ye faithful

You're so joyful and triumphant

Oh, gather around

While I blow my own trumpet

I want to know, I want to know

I want to know

Can you feel it?

I said, can you feel

Can you feel the spirit of the Lord?

Oh, come oh ye faithful

You're 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)