Holy Smoke Songtext / Lyric

Believe in me and send no money

I died on the cross, 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, don't tell a lie

They just leave out the truth as they're watching you die

They're saving the 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

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 awhile

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

There's plenty bad preachers for the devil to stoke

Feed 'em in feet first, this is no joke

This is thirsty work - making holy smoke

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, one hundred years in jail



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

Holy smoke