The preacher said it's hot as hell
Got the devil on his window sill, going down
His t-shirt read "the boys won't tell"

But if you want to watch there's a
tape he'll sell, going round
So pray it's him, not me

There are saints that should be hung
Forget the cross whorship the gun Bang bang
I hope your hell is hot enough

Forget the cross whorship the gun
You're at the gates and almost home Bang bang
I hope your hell is hot enough

The preacher said i'm gonna fail
with three days left til he posts
bail, going down

So grab your %#@! no time to pack
At the end, no coming back to this town
You can see through lies

He's scared for his life
When will he know.