Gospel Night At The Strip Club

It's gospel night at the strip club, I've been sleepin' in my car I lead the singin' service with a half-ass tuned guitar And Brandy's singin' backup while Lonnie's tendin' bar Just waitin' for more sinners to show up Crystal just started dancin', she's always right on point She don't mind if you don't tip her, as long as you slip her a joint Patti's got an upper to get her through her shift And a downer so she can lay down with the kids Hallelujah, hallelujah Jesus loves the drunkards and the whores and the queers Hallelujah, hallelujah Would you recognize Him if he bought you a beer? Lonnie, he's a listener, he shoulda been a priest It's the same confession on a barstool or your knees He makes a mean Manhattan but he ain't drank since '93 Does the last call benediction then wipes the bar slate clean Hallelujah, hallelujah Jesus loves the drunkards and the whores and the queers Hallelujah, hallelujah Would you recognize Him if he bought you a beer? The same old dirty dollars keep gettin' passed around To whoever needs it most and I guess that's me right now 'Cause I'm starin' at this Jackson someone laid here at my feet That's gas in my ol' Honda and somethin' warm to eat Hallelujah (hallelujah), hallelujah (hallelujah) Jesus loves the drunkards and the whores and the queers Hallelujah (hallelujah), hallelujah (hallelujah) He laid down a twenty and then he disappeared