black grape
in the name of the father
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?  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 Reeboks 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 fuhrer Hi, hi fuhrer  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?  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 spirit of the Lord  Oh come oh ye faithful, Oh joyful and triumphant, Gather around, While I blow my own trumpet  Can you feel the spirit of the Lord? Can you feel the spirit of the Lord?