Half Man Half Biscuit - Faithlift Lyrics
Trying to iron out your problems without JesusIs only going to put more wrinkles on your faceTrying to sell Clan Of Xymox from your car bootsAin’t going to get you to no sunny placeJust before you take that length of hosepipeJust before you lock the garage doorTake a look at me, I used to surf with SatanNow I’m landed safely on the shoreI was fooling with witchcraftI was as ugly as sinBut then I got me a faithliftAnd now I’m bubbling withinYes sirI was a pain in the dioceseA heap of strife for my folksBut then I got me a faithliftNow I’m the man with the jokesHo hoHey, hey, hey, the sun has got his hat onSing hosanna, the jazz snobs are all going homeHosanna, the jazz snobs are all going homeHosanna, the jazz snobs are all going homeHosanna, the jazz snobs are all going homeHosanna, the jazz snobs are all going homeHosanna, the jazz snobs are all going homeHosanna, the jazz snobs are all going homeSing Hosanna, the jazz snobs are all going homeSing Hosanna, the jazz snobs are all going homeSing Hosanna, the jazz snobs are all going homeSing Hosanna, the jazz snobs are all going homeHosanna, the jazz snobs are all going home
