Lyric

Verse 1

Sunday morning, tank on E

Prayin’ hard at Pump Number Three

Credit card like a holy card

Swipe it slow, this life is hard

Digital numbers risin’ fast

Like revelations from the past

Sign says “Freedom, Drive and Save”

But freedom ain’t that brave

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Pre-Chorus

Hallelujah, premium price

Regular won’t suffice

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Chorus (Big mixed choir, ironic church energy)

Fill it up, Lord, fill it up

Bless this tank and this old truck

Eighty dollars, amen

Guess I’ll sin and drive again

Gasoline gospel, preach it loud

Salvation’s sold by the gallon now

From empty soul to full throttle

We drink from the sacred bottle

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Verse 2

Politicians say “It’s not our fault”

While cruisin’ smooth in motorcades’ vault

Oil men grin with shining teeth

Counting blessings underneath

Wind and solar in a speech

But diesel truth is hard to preach

We bow our heads at glowing screens

Worshipping petroleum dreams

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Break (Wild revival-style chant)

Gas!

Gas!

Amen!

Pass the plate again!

Gas!

Gas!

Rev it high!

Watch the dollar testify!

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Bridge (Slightly darker)

Every mile a minor prayer

Every gallon thin as air

Heaven’s close but rent is due

So what’s a faithful soul to do?

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Final Chorus (Biggest, chaotic church revival vibe)

Fill it up, Lord, one more time

Put redemption on my tab and line

If heaven’s paved with streets of gold

Why’s unleaded so damn bold?

Gasoline gospel, shout and sway

Pay at the pump and kneel and pray

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Last line (Sudden quiet, almost spoken)

The price sign never lies