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| Holy Smoke Believe in me - send us money Died on the cross and that ain't funny But my so called friends they're 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 They're saving your souls by taking your money Flies around shit, bees around honey Holy smoke, holy smoke, plenty bad preachers
for the Devil to stoke
Jimmy Reptile and all his friends
Feed'em in feet first this is no joke This is thirsty work making holy smoke yeah Making holy smoke Say they gonna be with you at the end Burning records 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 Holy smoke, holy smoke, plenty bad preachers
for the Devil to stoke
They ain't religious but they ain't no fools
Feed'em in feet first this is no joke This is thirsty work making holy smoke yeah Holy smoke - smells good 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 one hundred years in jail Holy smoke holy smoke, plenty bad preachers for
the Devil to stoke
Holy smoke
Feed'em in feet first this is no joke This is thirsty work making holy smoke yeah Making holy smoke Hah |
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