Take her to the moon for me
I can't stop worshipin, worshipin'
I can't stop, worshipin, worshpin'
I gotta have the Lord, I gotta have the juice
I gotta have the songs, singin' Hymns from the pews
Worship like tomorrow is my funeral
Gotta stop worshiping false gods like Shaq and Cthulhu
And the proverbial, it's the sermon on the hill
Man, my God is beautiful
All his flock are mutual
Okay Christians, Jesus in this Weezy
Upside-down cross, gleaming
Please don't persecute because I will complain on TV
It's the service of our lives, but the sermon just started
I pray Jesus will take me once my soul is departed