作词 : Rutherford+Teren+Thompson 作曲 : Rutherford+Teren+Thompson 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 thankin 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 Oooh oooh oooh Its every other weekend and Wednesday with your kid And knowin 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 Oooooh oooh ooohohhh
作词 : Rutherford+Teren+Thompson 作曲 : Rutherford+Teren+Thompson 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 thankin 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 Oooh oooh oooh Its every other weekend and Wednesday with your kid And knowin 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 Oooooh oooh ooohohhh
