It’s an early Sunday morning
Life’s right choices are few
But I’ll go to church today
And make it up in the pew

CHORUS
I need my Jesus fix
I need my Sunday fix
It makes me feel so good inside
After a week of lies and pride

I grew up in the church
People always living two lives
I’ve got so used to it
Weekday truth and Sunday lies

Does my church, my priest not know
Do they like me living a life of pride?
Bad parents just ask and do nothing
Perhaps this offering is really a bribe

CHORUS
I need my Jesus fix
I need my Sunday fix
It makes me feel so good inside
After a week of lies and pride

I don’t want just a Jesus fix!
Why is my life a weekday lie?
Why can’t I be this way always?
I want Jesus in my life every day.

That which we paid with money and guilt,
That which we take so much for granted,
Is the only thing that could save us now
It’s free and paid for by the God we slandered

CHORUS
I need my Jesus fix
Every moment of my life
He is my master. He is my guide.
He’s not in buildings. He lives inside.




Originally written on October 16, 2003