Hell Yeah Lyrics - Rag'n'bone Man

Pray before I drift into sleep 

Salvation is a gift and a curse 

Knees down on the steps of the church 

Hell bound as I step through the earth 

Old folks begging for redemption 

Lost souls scratching at a stained glass window 

Where the grease players touch where the young souls sing about happy days 

Cold hands clutching on a lifeline 

Hung by a man that preaches from a page 

Given by another man that was looking for a rope or a reason 

You and I don't feel obliged 

Oh good Lord 

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But maybe I'm going to hell, yeah 

Maybe you're going to hell yeah 

For all our wicked crimes 

But if we're already going to hell yeah 

Hell, we might as well get stoned and crucified 

Stoned and crucified 

Pray before I drift into sleep 

Salvation is a gift and a curse 

Knees down on the steps of the church 

Hell bound as I step through the earth 

Sales man pitching from a soap box 

Look at you pushing all ya sons and daughters 

Like lambs to the slaughter keep feeding that book of revelation 

If forgiveness is only for the privileged 

Does the light shine brighter on a saint or a sinner 

Who's praying to the sky keep looking for a chance of salvation 

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You and I don't feel obliged 

Oh good Lord 

But maybe I'm going to hell yeah 

Maybe you're going to hell yeah 

For all our wicked crimes 

But if we're already going to hell yeah 

Hell we might as well get stoned and crucified 

Stoned and crucified 

Letter to my heavenly father 

Would you worry 'bout me drowning or just walking on water 

Always felt that you would grab me 'fore I dearly departed 

Loved you dearly but despair's all I feel when I frolic 

Around the weary word is bad but it was broken by preachers 

Pay my offerings, but officers was living like leeches, I'm feelin' lost in me 

Church but my apartment is the smokers hangout 

Behind my building is the dealers crib 

They smoke and hangout 

I go to school with all the dealer's kids 

They love to bang out 

They know it's wrong but they don't feel the need to open their mouth 

I thought you said the truth was taught by those who go in your house 

But all I see is liars lying on my grandmomma's couch 

You made a kingdom out of solomon, I see you disregard the sin 

But what about the sodom and gomorrah shit is hopeless it's the crap 

I hope you're not offended by the thoughts inside my mind 

But hell it's hard to admit it's all you got I'll take my side 

But maybe I'm going to hell yeah 

Maybe you're going to hell yeah 

For all our wicked crimes 

But if we're already going to hell yeah 

Hell we might as well get stoned and crucified 

Stoned and crucified