19.10.12002, 12:33
und hier ein weitere Songtext, der herrlich provokativ und voller Wahrheiten ist
Skunk anansie
you kill me with your smelly fingers
your smelly fingers from the sex you had on Chr*stmas day
and now you say you´re feeling guilty
you´re feeling guilty ´cos your god was shining on your face
you go to church and light a candle
and then your blinded by the light from the golden pews
the devil´s snapping your toes now
because the angels can´t get be bothered to live to you
they´re selling Elvis again
they want your soul and your money
your blood and your votes
they´re selling Elvis again
selling love to you -selling love
you´re buying this you´re buying that now
you´re wishing all the money in the world belong to you
you´re crucified upon you´re own cross now
you´re giving money to the white men in white limo
that kind of god is always man-made
they made him up then wrote a book to keep you on your knees
they get their theories from the same place
then build a church if there´s some money left
from lying on the beach
they´re selling Elvis again
they´re selling Elvis again
they want your soul and your money
your blood and your votes
they´re selling love to you.....
your smelly fingers from the sex you had on Chr*stmas day
and now you say you´re feeling guilty
you´re feeling guilty ´cos your god was shining on your face
you go to church and light a candle
and then your blinded by the light from the golden pews
the devil´s snapping your toes now
because the angels can´t get be bothered to live to you
they´re selling Elvis again
they want your soul and your money
your blood and your votes
they´re selling Elvis again
selling love to you -selling love
you´re buying this you´re buying that now
you´re wishing all the money in the world belong to you
you´re crucified upon you´re own cross now
you´re giving money to the white men in white limo
that kind of god is always man-made
they made him up then wrote a book to keep you on your knees
they get their theories from the same place
then build a church if there´s some money left
from lying on the beach
they´re selling Elvis again
they´re selling Elvis again
they want your soul and your money
your blood and your votes
they´re selling love to you.....
Skunk anansie