Half Man Half Biscuit Faithlift Lyrics

Trying to iron out your problems without Jesus
Is only gonna put more wrinkles on your face
Trying to sell Clan Of Xymox from your car boot
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