Celibate Good Times Lyrics - Plague Music - Vaux

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.