Late For Church Lyrics

I'm late for church again Never seem to be on time I hear the bell as it peals through the holler Does it sound like a friend of mine
A hundred eyes turn as I enter My face burnin' as I walk past pews I can tell they think I'm a sinner I hear them whisper while I'm watching my shoes
The only seat left is right up front I'm not a bit surprised The 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 that 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 ways I am an angel, I, I am an angel, I I am an angel, I am an angel