[Intro: somedeadbeat & Barry Can't Swim]
Um yeah, I would love this
If you don't mind, I'd really like that
Yeah, because, I, I'd like to use it for something, and then obviously
I
I love, love, love the humble in this world
Anyway, right, here we go
Is it recording? (Go for it, man)
So

[Verse 1]
Try and envision a religion that's based upon smooth transitions
And rhythm like a conjugation across nations
Celebrate the fact that the weekend has landed, see
We don't believe in omnipotent beings in the skies above all exist
Now it's peace, love, and green doves
See, in our church, we don't recite passage
We keep Holy the Sabbath as we listen to Nina Kravitz
And we patiently wait at pearly gates which open late and close somewhere in the early hours
Our church is teeming with sinners in need of redeeming
Heathens ready to believe what we believe in

[Break]
I'm a minister of sound
Must be them green doves kicking in

[Verse 2]
Try and envision a religion that's based upon smooth transitions
Shameless, nameless, blameless faces that put blind faith in Chase & Status
Their amazing graces, their faith in Faithless
If God is a DJ, then we pray that he plays deep basses
Forever and ever and ever and ever, amen
Because I'm baptised in my own sweat
There's no communion, we've only got community
DJ killing it so much, I wrote a fuckin' eulogy

[Break]
That I can literally feel the music
I am a minister of sound, and
I've got a choir of high-definition speakers blasting me with blasphemy
And sacrilegious instruments
I've got a glorious chorus, Notorious and his Ten Crack Commandments

[Verse 3]
Try and envision a religion that's based upon smooth transitions
And rhythm like a conjugation across nations
Celebrate the fact that the weekend has landed, see
What?
For his final coup de grâce, the DJ fixes the switches
And triggers a mix of Prince's "Kiss" that I've just never heard before
But I am convinced and those who aren't
They scream, "one more tune"

[Outro]
He says, "Jack, go in peace and love
But for God's sake, kid, now stay off the drugs"
And this is the gospel according to some deadbeat
(How you doing there, brother, are you alright?)
('Int it, mate? 'Int it? 'Int it?)