Believe in me, send us money
Died on the cross and 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 want to hear, they don't tell a lie
They just leave out the truth as they're watching you die
They're saving your souls by taking your money
Flies around shit, bees around honey[Chorus]
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 yeah
making Holy SmokeJimmy 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 a while
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[Chorus]Holy Smoke, smells goodThey 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 100 years in jail[Chorus]Holy Smoke
Songwriters
DICKINSON, BRUCE / HARRIS, STEPHEN PERCYPublished by
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group