(HarrisDickinson)
Believe in me - send us money
Died on the cross and that ain't
funny
But my so called friends are making me a joke
They missed out what I said like I never
spoke
They choose what they wanna hear - they don't tell a lie
They just leave out the truth
as they're watching you die
Saving your soul by taking your money
Flies round shit, bees
around honey.
[Chorus:]
Holy Smoke, Holy Smoke, plenty bad preachers for
The Devil
to stoke
Feed'em in feet first this is no joke
This is thirsty work making Holy
Smoke
Jimmy Reptile and all his friends
Say they gonna be with you at the
end
Burning record burning books
Holy soldiers Nazi looks
Crocodile smiles just wait a
while
Till the TV Queen gets her make up clean
I've lived in filth I've lived in sin
And
I still smell cleaner than the shit you're in
[Chorus]
They ain't religious but
they ain't no fools
When Noah built his Cadillac it was cool
Two by two they're still going
down
And the satellite circus just left town
I think they're strange and when they're
dead
They can have a Lincoln for their bed
Friend of the President - trick of the
tail
Now they ain't got a prayer - 100 years in jail
