Chapel from Firefly by Blue Ridge Betty

Hate to break it, God's gone.
He's not coming so you better stand up.
Off your knees, boots on.
He's not coming so you better stand up.

Stand up.
Put your money where your mouth is.

I was raised in red pews,
With the Gospel and the B flat tunes.
When the music turned off,
Brimstone came all the way up.

I need a chapel that can take the wrath of these hill,
With a God who is a woman and the music always plays.

Lotta talk and no action.
Lotta fear and hate and distraction.
You should tell Sister Sue you've got better things to do.

I need a chapel that can take the wrath of these hill,
With a God who is a woman and the music always plays.

Stand up.
Put your money where your mouth is.

I need a chapel that can take the wrath of these hill,
With a God who is a woman and the music always plays.

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