Late To Church Lyrics - Drive By Truckers

Late for church again 

Never seem to be on time 

Hear the bells as they peal through the holler 

Doesn't sound like a friend of mine 

A hundred eyes turn as I enter 

Face burnin' as I walk past pews 

I can tell they think I'm a sinner 

Hear them whisper while I'm watching my shoes 

Only seat left is right up front 

I'm not a bit surprised 

Back is soft but the seat is hard 

Why can't they get it right? 

Reverend Bob is preachin' out thunder 

Mom and Dad follow every last word 

All this hollerin' makes me wonder 

Does a whispered prayer get heard? 

Reverend Bob is pointin' his finger 

Fire and brimstone pouring down 

Me, I'm wondering what's for dinner 

Waitin' for 12 o'clock to come round 

Everybody's got their own Heaven 

They all find it their own way 

I am an angel