Hot Gospel

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