"Celibate Good Times" Lyrics

The preacher said it's hot as hell.
Got the devil on his window sill.. going down.
His T-shirt read "the boys won't tell"
But if you want to watch there's a tape he'll sell.. going round.

So pray it's him, not me.

There are saints that should be hung,
Forget the cross worship the gun
Bang bang!
Hope your hell is hot enough.

Forget the cross worship the gun.
You're at the gates and almost home,
Bang bang!
Hope your hell is hot enough.

Preacher said I'm gonna fail with three days left till
he posts bail, going down.
So grab your shit no time to pack.
At the end there's no coming back to this town.

There are saints that should be hung,
Forget the cross worship the gun
Bang bang!
Hope your hell is hot enough.

Forget the cross worship the gun.
You're at the gates and almost home,
Bang bang!
Hope your hell is hot enough.

You can see through his lies.
He's scared for his life.
When will he know. (repeat 3x)

There are saints that should be hung,
Forget the cross worship the gun
Bang bang!
Hope your hell is hot enough.

Forget the cross worship the gun.
You're at the gates and almost home,
Bang bang!
Hope your hell is hot enough.