Hey,   you know what I mean?      Sellin’ him your religion   Say I walking down a hit song   A booming business   Buying, selling belief   Standing in the pews   Talking ballshit, ballshit, ballshit,   ballshit, ballshit   I want to know, I want to know,   Can you feel the sprit of the lord?      [Ryder]   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 socialise   and become a menace   put on your reboks man   and go play funky tennis      can I get a witness   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   He exchanged the gold and paintings   He gave them new addresses   Clean up your messes      Hi, hi furer   Hi, hi furer      Oh my fathers, fathers, fathers, father   By nature he was bendy   We are the chi chine tribe   and we are over friendly      can I get a witness   yeah   I said   Come on   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?      [spoken]   Poppycock.   for what we are about to receive   would he agree a stately minuet would be preferable to a rain dance      Hey there bothers and sisters   Hang in there   Yeah         Oh come oh ye faithful   Oh joyful and triumphant   Gather around,   While I blow my own trumpet      Oh come oh ye faithful   You’re so joyful and triumphant   Gather around,   While I blow my own trumpet         I want to know   I want to know   I want to know   I want to know   can you feel   I said   can you feel   can you feel   the sprit of the lord      Oh come oh ye faithful,   Oh joyful and triumphant,   Gather around,   While I blow my own trumpet      can you feel the sprit of the lord?   can you feel the sprit of the lord?