LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeHoly Smoke
Believe in me - send no moneyI died on the cross, and that ain't funnyBut my so called friends they're making me a jokeThey missed out what I said like I never spokeThey choose what they wanna hear - they don't tell a lieThey just leave out the truth as they're watching you dieSaving your soul by taking your moneyFlies around shit, bees around honeyHoly Smoke, Holy Smoke, plenty bad preachers forThe devil to stokeFeed 'em in feet first this is no jokeThis is thirsty work making Holy SmokeJimmy Reptile and all his friendsSay they gonna be with you at the endBurning records, burning booksHoly soldiers, Nazi looksCrocodile smiles, just wait awhileTill the TV Queen gets her make up cleanI've lived in filth, I've lived in sinAnd I still smell cleaner than the shit you're inHoly Smoke, Holy Smoke, this plenty bad preachers forThe devil to stokeFeed 'em in feet first this is no jokeThis is thirsty work making Holy SmokeThey ain't religious but they ain't no foolsWhen Noah built his Cadillac it was coolTwo by two they're still going downAnd the satellite circus just left townI think they're strange and when they're deadThey can have a Lincoln for their bedFriend of the president - trick of the tailNow they ain't got a prayer - 100 years in jailHoly Smoke, Holy Smoke, plenty bad preachers forThe devil to stokeFeed 'em in feet first this is no jokeThis is thirsty work making Holy Smoke
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