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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 whorship the gun
Bang bang
I hope your hell is hot enough
Forget the cross whorship the gun
You're at the gates and almost home
Bang bang
I hope your hell is hot enough
The preacher said i'm gonna fail
With three days left til he posts bail, going down
So grab your s*** no time to pack
At the end, no coming back to this town
You can see through lies
He's scared for his life
When will he know.
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