Текст песни Reverend Black Grape - Happy Mondays

Brooklyn sisters!
There's nothing more sinister
Than a minister in dresses
Gather round some nice black people
And deliver this message

Bomb, boom, bomb, bomb

Selling him your religion (oh yeah)
Say I walking down a hit song
A booming business (booming)
Buying, selling belief
Standing in the pews
Talking bullshit, bullshit, bullshit, bullshit, bullshit
I want to know, I want to know, I want to know
Can you feel the spirit of the lord?
Can you feel the spirit of the lord?

There's nothing more sinister
As ministers in dresses
Gather round some nice black people, man!
While I deliver this message
Fuck the message, I can recognize

You do nothing but socialise
And become a menace
Put on your reboks man and go play fucking tennis

Can I get a witness (not in this fucking hour man)
I said can, I get a witness (no way)

Oh come oh ye faithful
Oh joyful and triumphant, yaahoo!
Gather around, here around
While I blow my own trumpet

Can I get a witness (yeah)

Well, yeah
Oh pope he got the nazis
To clean up their messes
He exchanged the gold for his paintings
He gave them fucking new addresses
Clean up your messes, now

Oh my fathers, fathers, fathers, father
By nature he was bendy
We are the chi chine tribe
And we're too over fucking friendly

Can I get a witness? (no way)
Come on! can I get a witness

Oh come oh ye faithful
So joyful and triumphant, who
Gather around and around and around
While I slam my own trumpet
Come

Hey! my brothers and sisters
Amen!
Yeah, (you're around)
Come on y'all
Boom!

Oh come oh ye faithful
So joyful and triumphant
Gather around and around and around
While I blow my own trumpet

Oh come oh ye faithful
So joyful and triumphant
Gather around and around and around
While I blow my own trumpet

I'm your boss
I'm your boss
I'm your ding dong
I'm your calling

Can you feel the spirit?
Can you feel the spirit of the lord?

Gather around and around (come on!)
While I blow my trumpet
Boom, boom
Boom, boom
Boom, boom

Can you feel the spirit?
Can you feel the spirit?
Can you feel the spirit? Hey!

If you believe in the spirit of the Lord
Put on your reboks man, oh yeah
And become a menace

Oh come oh ye faithful
So joyful and triumphant
Gather around and around and around
While I slam my own trumpet
Yaa-hoo! Yaa-hoo!

Easy, easy. easy, easy
It's easy now

I want to know
Oh, you do nothing but socialise
And become a menace
Put on your reboks man and go play fucking tennis

Uh-uh-uh
Uh,-uh
Uh-uh-uh
We all know some folks
Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you