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 at 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 you're 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 kness   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 votes   They're selling jesus again   Selling love to you - selling love      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