I feel Catholic coming on putting on my hat
I feel Muslim coming on putting on my dress
I feel Baptist coming on putting on my pants
I feel Methodist coming on putting on my socks

I feel Pentecostal coming on putting on shoes
I feel Mormon coming on putting on my belt
I feel Jehovah Witness coming on putting on slip
I feel my Metaphysics coming on putting on shirt
I feel Christian Science coming on putting on earrings

No it does not matter
What religion I pick what is sadder
Is that none of them can guarantee
That they will get me to thee

I feel my Jesus coming on I am pulling off this dirt

I hear you lord, yes I do
I ain’t got to put on nothing for you
For when I wake up in the morning I am ready
I can pray and have it answered
Before my heart is steady

I can sing real loud and praise your name
And I don’t need to pick a religion
To be in your game
I am so tired lord of the churches that fail me
I am so dissatisfied with all the crap
That life peddles free

I cannot eat lord for weary I began
When I picked a religion
And found it not in your plan
I don’t know just why I continue as I do
But lord I have learned
To put my trust just in you

If it were anyone other then you
Lord I would not hear
But you leave me protected
Even when I am in fear
I cannot express the comfort you give
But I am wrapped up
In the lovely thought that you let me live

So as religion is like
The clothes we may wear my friend
Put on the lord and be much more secure in
The End