Faithlift Songtext / Lyric

Trying to iron out your problems without Jesus

Is only going to put more wrinkles on your face

Trying to sell Clan Of Xymox from your car boots

Ain't going to get you to no sunny place

Just before you take that length of hosepipe

Just before you lock the garage door

Take a look at me, I used to surf with Satan

Now I'm landed safely on the shore



I was fooling with witchcraft

I was as ugly as sin

But then I got me a faithlift

And now I'm bubbling within

Yes sir






I was a pain in the diocese

A heap of strife for my folks

But then I got me a faithlift

Now I'm the man with the jokes

Ho ho



Hey, hey, hey, the sun has got his hat on

Sing hosanna, the jazz snobs are all going home

Hosanna, the jazz snobs are all going home

Hosanna, the jazz snobs are all going home

Hosanna, the jazz snobs are all going home

Hosanna, the jazz snobs are all going home

Hosanna, the jazz snobs are all going home

Hosanna, the jazz snobs are all going home

Sing Hosanna, the jazz snobs are all going home

Sing Hosanna, the jazz snobs are all going home

Sing Hosanna, the jazz snobs are all going home

Sing Hosanna, the jazz snobs are all going home

Hosanna, the jazz snobs are all going home