"Selling Jesus" as written by and Len Arran Deborah Ann Dyer....
You kill me with your smelly fingers
Your smelly fingers from the sex you had on Christmas Day
And now you say you're feeling guilty
You're feeling guilty 'cause your god was shining on your face
You go to church and light a candle
And then you're blinded by the light from the golden pews
The devil's snapping at your toes now
Because the angels can't be bothered to give to you
They're selling Jesus again
They're selling Jesus again
They want your soul and your money your blood and your votes
They're selling Jesus 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 belonged to you
You're crucified upon you're own cross now
You're givin' money to the white men in the 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 Jesus again
They're selling Jesus again
They want your soul and your money your blood and your votes
They're selling Jesus again
Selling love to you, selling love
They're selling Jesus again
They're selling Jesus again
They want your soul and your money your blood and your votes
They're selling Jesus again
Selling love to you, selling love
Your smelly fingers from the sex you had on Christmas Day
And now you say you're feeling guilty
You're feeling guilty 'cause your god was shining on your face
You go to church and light a candle
And then you're blinded by the light from the golden pews
The devil's snapping at your toes now
Because the angels can't be bothered to give to you
They're selling Jesus again
They're selling Jesus again
They want your soul and your money your blood and your votes
They're selling Jesus 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 belonged to you
You're crucified upon you're own cross now
You're givin' money to the white men in the 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 Jesus again
They're selling Jesus again
They want your soul and your money your blood and your votes
They're selling Jesus again
Selling love to you, selling love
They're selling Jesus again
They're selling Jesus again
They want your soul and your money your blood and your votes
They're selling Jesus again
Selling love to you, selling love
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"Selling Jesus" as written by Len Arran Deborah Ann Dyer
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And then you're blinded by the light from the golden pews". here they say that he/she had sex with someone but going to church and lighting a candle makes everything better and now "you're blinded"
"That kind of god is always man-made
They made him up then wrote a book to keep you on your knees" speaks for itself i think. its man-made because where you want to find forgiveness, you get forgiveness. we interpret things the way we want. and well, "They made him up then wrote a book to keep you on your knees" is just how someone made up the bible and/or god himself to control u and "keep you on your knees".
Having said that, the "love-love-lo-love" part at the end of the song is the catchiest I've heard in any song, since hearing it for the first time in the trailer for the movie 'Strange Days'.
Manipulating with people and their lives for profits.
Making people beliefs monetize.
This song is warning on mass-media hypocrisy and lies.
Thoughts?