Ver1
You gonna have to miss me
Sunday Morning at the stroke of 10
That weekly dose of fear and faux stylin (gonna have to miss me)
Chapter and verse that don’t compute
Ruin minds, makin lies look like truth
You gonna have to miss me

Ver2
You gonna have to miss me
All those lies cloaked in grace
A loving being creating a hellfire place (gonna have to miss me)
Even though the man says, with the Jet and fine clothes
A supreme being don’t need all my cash and dough
You Gonna Have to miss me!

Bridge
Pascal’s wager means absolutely nothing to me
if I can’t live and love here authentically
I need a Sunday service for food and clothes
Just a distribution center for prayer that works
So I follow my heart and not the edicts of others
why can’t we love your fellowman, race, belief, creed and color

Ver3
You gonna have to miss me
when that roll is called up yonder
It really makes me sit and Ponder (gonna have to miss me)
Should I spend eternity with the folks from TBN?
Or all those burning crosses and claiming Christian?
You gonna have to miss me