Hell Yeah

Am Pray before I drift into sleep F# Salvation is a gift and a curse Am Knees down on the steps of the church F# Hell bound as I step through the earth Am Old folks begging for redemption C Lost souls scratching at a stained glass window F# Where the grease players touch G Where the young souls sing about happy days Am Cold hands clutching on a lifeline C Hung by a man that preaches from a page F# G Given by another man that was looking for a rope or a reason Am C You and I don't feel obliged F# G Oh good Lord Am But maybe I'm going to hell, yeah C Maybe you're going to hell yeah F# F#or all our wicked crimes G But if we're already going to hell yeah Am C Hell, we might as well get stoned and crucified F# G Stoned and crucified Am Pray before I drift into sleep F# Salvation is a gift and a curse Am Knees down on the steps of the church F# Hell bound as I step through the earth Am Salesman preaching from a soap box C Look at you pushing all ya sons and ya daughters F# Like lambs to the slaughter keep feeding that book of revelation G If forgiveness is only for the privileged Am Does the light shine brighter on a saint or a sinner C Who's praying to the sky F# G Keep looking for a chance of salvation? Am C You and I don't feel obliged F# G Oh good Lord Am But maybe I'm going to hell, yeah C Maybe you're going to hell yeah F# F#or all our wicked crimes G But if we're already going to hell yeah Am C Hell, we might as well get stoned and crucified F# G Stoned and crucified Am Letter to my heavenly father F# Would you worry 'bout me drowning or just walking on water? Am Always felt that you would grab me 'fore I dearly departed F# Loved you dearly but despair's all I feel when I frolic Am Around the weary word is bond but it was broken by preachers F# Pay my offerings, but officers was living like leeches Am I feel it lost in me F# Church but my apartment is the smokers hangout Am Behind my building is the dealers crib F# They smoke and hangout Am I go to school with all the dealer's kids F# They love to bang out Am They know it's wrong but they don't feel the need to open their mouth F# I thought you said the truth was taught by those who go in your house Am But all I see is liars lying on my grandmomma's couch F# You made a kingdom out of Solomon, I see you disregard the sin Am But what about the Sodom and Gomorrah shit? F# It's hopeless it's the crap Am I hope you're not offended by the thoughts inside my mind F# But hell it's hard to admit it's all you got, I'll take my side Am But maybe I'm going to hell, yeah C Maybe you're going to hell yeah F# F#or all our wicked crimes G But if we're already going to hell yeah Am C Hell, we might as well get stoned and crucified F# G N.C. Stoned and crucified