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 6 months short of 30 years when the boss man lays you off No thankin' 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 '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 with nothing but that still 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 Knowin' that he'll hate you, when he finds out what you did You'd all still be together if you'd loved his mamma well Ain't no end to the 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