Letra de Faithlift
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 shoreI was fooling with witchcraft I was as ugly as sin But then I got me a faithlift And now I'm bubbling within Yes sirI 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 hoHey, 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