The preacher said it's hot as hell
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Got the devil on his window sill, going down
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His t-shirt read "the boys won't tell"
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But if you want to watch there's a tape he'll sell, going round
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So pray it's him, not me
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There are saints that should be hung
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Forget the cross whorship the gun
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Bang bang
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I hope your hell is hot enough
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Forget the cross whorship the gun
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You're at the gates and almost home
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Bang bang
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I hope your hell is hot enough
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The preacher said i'm gonna fail with three days left til he posts bail, going down
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So grab your shit no time to pack
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At the end, no coming back to this town
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You can see through lies
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He's scared for his life
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When will he know.
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Celibate Good Times
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