A Man Don't Have To Die

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.

It's six months short of 30 years
When the boss man lays you off
No thanking you, no parachute
No shiny new gold watch".

It's payments that you can't make
On a house that you can't 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 about 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 with nothing
But that stale tobacco smell
See, a man don't have to die to go to hell
No, you don't have to die to go to hell.

It's every other weekend
And Wednesdays 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'd loved his mama well
There ain't no end to the stories we could tell
Yeah, a man don't have to die to go to hell.

So tell us about them angels
How they fly around and sing.