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