He yelled out from the back room, "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 fists.
You see we already know that hell exists.

It's six months short of thirty years, when the boss man lays you off.
No thanking you, no parachute, no shines new gold watch.
It's payments that you can't make on a house that you can't sell.
You 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 to nothing but that stale tobacco smell.
You see, a man don't have to die to go to hell.
No you don't have to die to go to hell."

Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

It's every other weekend, and Wednesdays with your kids.
And knowing that he'll hate you, when he finds out what you did.
Because you'd all still be together if you loved his mama well.
There's no end to these stories we could tell.
Yeah a man don't have to die to go to hell.