When your mama just wants you to be happy
And your daddy just wants you to be rich
But money can't buy a smile
And happy don't scratch the itch
When you're looking out a great big window
Talking to your therapist
And you say you don't wanna let go
But you don't wanna exist
The Missouri in me calls it God
The God in me calls it me
But you don't need to believe to do it well
Do the hot gospel
Do the bad believing
Do the broken healing
Do the saint, do the spell
Do the Heaven, do the Hell
Baby, do the hot gospel
Do the bad believing
Baby, do the hot gospel
Baby, do the H-O-T G-O-S-P-E-L
Do the hot
When the neon psychic gets it wrong
And you're clinging to your lover like a kite
It's time to take back your bones
And dance through the night
The Missouri in me calls it God
The God in me calls it me
But you don't need to believe to do it well
Do the hot gospel
Do the bad believing
Do the broken healing
Do the saint, do the spell
Do the Heaven, do the Hell
Baby, do the hot gospel
Do the bad believing
Baby, do the hot gospel
Baby, do the H-O-T G-O-S-P-E-L
Do the hot
Gospel
'Cause I got God in my heart still
They put Him there against my will
I'm gonna make the most of this hell
I'm gonna do the hot gospel
From Missouri down to Nashville
To the City of Angels
I'm gonna make the most of this hell
I'm gonna do the hot gospel
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