Hot Rod God by The Suitcase Junket Lyrics

He put a steeple on the roof of his garage
And now he gets down on his knees and prays to hot rods
Sunday comes and he's underneath the hood
And he's filled up with the light of God
Yeah he's filled up with the light of God

He found all twelve apostles in the engine
The holy trinity of oil, gas, and air
He saw the face of mother Mary in the radiator fan
She had her black shiny beautiful hair
Yeah her black shiny beautiful hair

He put a steeple on the roof of his garage
And now he gets down on his knees and prays to hot rods
Sunday comes and he's underneath the hood
And he's filled up with the light of God
Yeah filled up with the light of God

And now the preacher say that it's a sin
To be worshiping something like an engine
Oh he just laughs at the little holy hater
He knows he has God with him
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He put a steeple on the roof of his garage
And now he gets down on his knees and prays to hot rods
Sunday comes and he's underneath the hood
And he's filled up with the light of God
Oh he's filled up with the light of God
Yeah he's filled up with the light of God