Lyrics:

Every Sunday mornin'
I see her stumblin' down the line
Out from her house of worship
She's looking for a savior to find
She craves a resurection
A pretty boy, a sinner to save
She thinks that god's affection
Is something to be given away
With her great big titilations
Down to her hypocrisies
Gonna find a pure salvation
In every sinner that she meets

Holy Roller baby
Spreads the gospel all the time
Holy Roller baby
From a pulpit so divine
She's raisin' hell this time

She calls to Him in anger
Will the pleasure ever hide the pain
As she approaches Heaven
That's when she starts to callin' His name
She comes to find a pure forgiveness
And she comes to find a way
She thinks the way you try to find it
It's so easy, you just give it away

Holy Roller baby
Spreads the gospel all the time
Holy Roller baby
From a pulpit so divine
Holy Roller baby
Spreads the gospel all the time
Holy Roller baby
From a pulpit so divine
She's raisin' hell this time