He
yelled out from the back row Look, here preacher, man We,
all know you're new here but, you need to understand It
don't really scare us when you yell and shake your fist You
see we, already know that Hell exists It's
six months short of thirty years when the boss man lays you off No
thankin' you no, parachute no, shiny new gold watch It's
payments that you can't make on a house that you can't sell See
a, man don't have to die to go to Hell No
you, don't have to die to go to Hell So
tell us about them angels how, they fly around and sing And
tell us how to get there as, we all wanna be Resting
in the arms of Jesus no, shame or pain or tears There's
Hell enough to go around down here It's
a place out by the airport where the girls dance just for you And
all you feel is drunk and broke and alone when they're through It's
wakin' up in nothin' but that stale tobacco smell See
a, man don't have to die to go to Hell No
you, don't have to die to go to Hell It's
every other weekend and Wednesdays with your kid Knowin'
that he'll hate you when he finds out what you did 'Cause
you'd all still be together if you'd loved his mama well There
ain't no end to the stories we can tell Yeah
a, man don't have to die to go to Hell So
tell us about them angels how, they fly around and sing