"Holy Smoke" as written by Bruce Dickinson and Stephen Percy Harris....
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 want to 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
Feed'em in feet first this is no joke
This is thirsty work making Holy Smoke yeah
making Holy Smoke

Jimmy Reptile and all his friends
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, smells good

They ain't religious but they ain't no fools
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 100 years in jail


Holy Smoke

Lyrics submitted by SongMeanings

"Holy Smoke" as written by Stephen Percy Harris Bruce Dickinson

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

Lyrics powered by LyricFind

Holy Smoke song meanings
Add your thoughts

No Comments

sort form View by:
  • No Comments

Add your thoughts

Log in now to tell us what you think this song means.

Don’t have an account? Create an account with SongMeanings to post comments, submit lyrics, and more. It’s super easy, we promise!

Back to top