A Man Don't Have to Die

Well 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

Its six months short of thirty years when the boss man lays you off

No thinking you no pair of shoes no shiny new gold watch

Its payments you cant make on a house that you cant 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 and how they fly around and sing

Tell us how to get there cause we all want to be

Restin in the arms of Jesus no shame or pain or tears

There's hell enough to go around down here

Its a place out by the airport where the girls dance just for you

And all you feel is drunk and broke and lonely when their through

Its waking up with nothing but that stale tobacco smell

See a man don't have to die to go to hell

Nah you don't have to die to go to hell

Its every other weekend and Wednesday with your kid

And knowing that he'll hate you when he finds out what you did

Cause you'd all still be together if you loved his momma well

There ain't no end to 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