Celibate Good Times Lyrics

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 shit 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.