Go To Church

Lyrics

We should all go back to church 'Cause they've hit the market place They're getting fashionable ideas From back issues of The Face They've bought part-shares in the Pill Porn videos and guns, guns, guns! (I like it!) Old concepts are boring The designer mass is fun They've changed the local parishes Into saunas, gyms, spas The Eucharist and the Covenant Is now a mini-bar They've bought a New York decorator To change cherubs into fairies The body and the blood To caviar, Bloody Marys Where the font is a Jacuzzi Holy water's Perrier 'Cause the Vatican has found a way To make religion pay If you've soiled your conviction Sold your soul All you need is absolution Get some good rock 'n' roll Let my people go, go, go to church Listen to the preacher Go to church He'll teach you more than Fredrick Nietzsche Go to church Where you can let your hair hang Down, down, down No need to be embarrassed 'Cause there's no-one else around The parish priests are tryna make Lay-people of your daughters Installing water beds As their sacrificial altars The parents are concerned But nothing could be safer 'Cause your girl won't get pregnant If she's chewing on that wafer And while I'm on the topic Did I forget to mention That Brother Joe rides piggyback With dubious intention? And Amy Grant has songs That have you coming in your socks While pre-pubescent school boys Try to pillage her poor-box The flying nun with see-through frocks And sexy lingerie Now they've turned the sacred sacrament Into a cabaret Let my people go, go, go to church That's what my mother used to say Go to church Or you will rue the day Go to church Where you can go and see All the pretty people If you've never been before It's the building with the steeple The mass was best in Latin They never should have banned it It doesn't make sense Now that we can understand it Socer uno servo fetum Lefebvre's not a braggart But if he don't take care he'll get laid He'll get laid He'll get laid off like Jimmy Swaggart Admission is free If you're certain of your fate If not, I recommend Some big cash on the plate Or get a damn good lawyer To change the ref's decision 'Cause I'm stuck with going to church Like I'm stuck with circumcision Let my people go, go, go to church 'Cause you may find favour Go to church Lift your arms to the saviour Go to church It's getting warm, and I Can hear that final bell Better move your feet There's no fire escape in Hell Come on, all you sexually impotent Drunken, drug-pushing scumbags Go to church!