Go to Hell

If you’re high when you die, are you guaranteed hell?
The messiah walked by, just a-ringing his bell
And he’ll leave you on the altar, man
At your death or at his returning
If you’re high when you die, you’re a coin in the well

If you’re loving your love, when the chariots come –
Your unbanded left hand shields your eyes from the sun –
Standing naked, man, on Judgment Day
You won’t make it through the pearly gates
If your love gives a fuck, pity your bastard son