A Man Don't Have To Die
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 6 months short of 30 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 'bout them angels, how they fly around and sing
Tell us how to get there, cause 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 lonely when they're through
It's waking up with nothing but that still 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
You'd all still be together if you'd loved his mamma well
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 'bout them angels, how they fly around and sing
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