don’t leave my bed on sundays
don’t go to church to pray
i leave my back door open
and i’m open every day
you can worship at my altar
just get down on your knees
i’m not the flesh of Mary
but i still aim to please
plastic Jesus on my dashboard
a whole carload of sin
they say God is dead
but She’s just knockin’ back a gin
or whiskey in the parlor
milk and honey on the mind
while the Devil’s in your pantry
robbing you blind ‘course
your hunger for my pleasure’s
bound to keep us satisfied
you can hunt for buried treasure
i’ll strike oil between your thighs
or tattoo your broken promises
across my breaking heart
have anything on my menu
or just order à la carte
come worship at my drive-in
come roll a dream or two
smoke the whole damn joint down
boy it’s your funeral too
they say God is dead
but Lord knows She’s just chillin
when the world has gone to hell
come see me if you’re willin’
honey pass the collection plate
you know love takes its toll
come offer up a tear or two
it’s good for the soul