Letra de Hell

Seven craps eleven there's no gambling in heaven And 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 {Chorus} 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 . . . {Chorus}