I'm not afraid to die I'm just scared of going to hell Your car salesman smile says it all You just wanna be Jesus without the suffering Jesus without the suffering Jesus without the suffering Jesus without the suffering Old, twisted and white Dead crow on a fence is your style You play with your kids, says it all You just wanna be Jesus without the suffering Jesus without the suffering Jesus without the suffering Jesus without the suffering Fire, fire, fire (hell) Fire, fire, fire (hell) Fire, fire, fire (hell) Fire, fire, fire (hell) You're a tin God Take a look at those gaps in your palms Gimme me those nails Bang them in, bang them in Jesus without the suffering Jesus without the suffering Jesus without the suffering Jesus without the suffering Jesus without the suffering Jesus without the suffering Jesus without the suffering Jesus without the suffering