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 your smile

And happy just 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 exist

The misery in me 'cause of God

The God in me 'cause of me

But you don't need to believe to do it well

Do the hot gospel, do the bare believer

Do the broken healing

Do the saint, do the spell

Do the heaven, do the hell

Baby, do the hot gospel

Do the bare believer

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 palms

And dance through the night

The misery in me 'cause of God

The God in me 'cause of me

But you don't need to believe to do it well

Do the hot gospel, do the bare believer

Do the broken healing

Do the saint, do the spell

Do the heaven, do the hell

Baby, do the hot gospel

Do the bare believer

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 here

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 here

I'm gonna do the hot gospel