Seven craps eleven there's no gambling in heavenAnd it 
would seem to me to be the sin that there's no Bourbon 
Jack or Gin
Eternity is far to long the reason why I wrote this song
Hell, it sounds pretty good to me
Hell, it sounds pretty good to me
Hell, it sounds pretty good to me

The Father Son and Holy Ghost pornography is what I miss 
most
I'm high and dry with Saint Peter I ain't got no friends 
here either
Explain to me this place called heaven with no room for 
wayward women
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If I could live my life again I'd live my life a life of 
sin
Satan sports a three piece suit indulge in the house of 
ill repute
And it's a pity there's no one to tell that I'd rather be 
in . . .
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