| Song | Selling Jesus |
| Artist | Skunk Anansie |
| Album | Paranoid and Sunburnt |
| 作词 : Arran, Skin | |
| You kill me with your smelly fingers | |
| Your smelly fingers from the sex you had on | |
| Christmas | |
| DayAnd now you say you're feeling guilty | |
| You're feeling guilty 'cos your | |
| God was shining on your face | |
| You go to church and light a candle | |
| And then you're blinded by the light from all the golden pews | |
| The devil's snapping at your toes now | |
| Because the angels can't be bothered to live up to you | |
| They're selling | |
| Jesus again | |
| They're selling | |
| Jesus again | |
| They want your soul and your money | |
| Blood and your bones | |
| They're selling | |
| Jesus again | |
| Selling love to you, selling love | |
| You're buying this, you're buying that now | |
| You're wishing all the money in the world belonged to you | |
| You're crucified upon your own cross now | |
| You're givin' money to the white men in the white limo | |
| That kind of | |
| God is always man-made | |
| They made him up then wrote a book to keep you on your knees | |
| They get their theories from the same place | |
| And build a church if there's some money left | |
| From lying on the beach | |
| They're selling | |
| Jesus again | |
| They're selling | |
| Jesus again | |
| They want your soul and your money | |
| Your blood and your bones | |
| They're selling | |
| Jesus again | |
| Selling love to you, selling love | |
| Love, love, love, love | |
| Love, love, love, love | |
| Love, love, love, love | |
| They're selling | |
| Jesus again | |
| They're selling | |
| Jesus again | |
| They want your soul and your money | |
| Your blood and your bones | |
| They're selling | |
| Jesus again | |
| They're selling | |
| Jesus again | |
| They want your soul and your money | |
| Your blood and your bones | |
| They're selling | |
| Jesus again | |
| Selling love to you, selling love | |
| Love, love, love, love | |
| Love, love, love, love | |
| Love, love, love, love | |
| Love, love, love, love | |
| Love, love, love, love, love |
| zuò cí : Arran, Skin | |
| You kill me with your smelly fingers | |
| Your smelly fingers from the sex you had on | |
| Christmas | |
| DayAnd now you say you' re feeling guilty | |
| You' re feeling guilty ' cos your | |
| God was shining on your face | |
| You go to church and light a candle | |
| And then you' re blinded by the light from all the golden pews | |
| The devil' s snapping at your toes now | |
| Because the angels can' t be bothered to live up to you | |
| They' re selling | |
| Jesus again | |
| They' re selling | |
| Jesus again | |
| They want your soul and your money | |
| Blood and your bones | |
| They' re selling | |
| Jesus again | |
| Selling love to you, selling love | |
| You' re buying this, you' re buying that now | |
| You' re wishing all the money in the world belonged to you | |
| You' re crucified upon your own cross now | |
| You' re givin' money to the white men in the white limo | |
| That kind of | |
| God is always manmade | |
| They made him up then wrote a book to keep you on your knees | |
| They get their theories from the same place | |
| And build a church if there' s some money left | |
| From lying on the beach | |
| They' re selling | |
| Jesus again | |
| They' re selling | |
| Jesus again | |
| They want your soul and your money | |
| Your blood and your bones | |
| They' re selling | |
| Jesus again | |
| Selling love to you, selling love | |
| Love, love, love, love | |
| Love, love, love, love | |
| Love, love, love, love | |
| They' re selling | |
| Jesus again | |
| They' re selling | |
| Jesus again | |
| They want your soul and your money | |
| Your blood and your bones | |
| They' re selling | |
| Jesus again | |
| They' re selling | |
| Jesus again | |
| They want your soul and your money | |
| Your blood and your bones | |
| They' re selling | |
| Jesus again | |
| Selling love to you, selling love | |
| Love, love, love, love | |
| Love, love, love, love | |
| Love, love, love, love | |
| Love, love, love, love | |
| Love, love, love, love, love |