Hell Ain’t Hiring
TitanChord
Heaven slammed the door,
Hell said, “Son, we’re full.”
Guess I’m stuck here, raisin’ ghosts till dawn.
I’ve done more wrong than right by miles,
Paid my dues in blood and smiles.
Angels cross the street when I pass by,
Even the Devil said, “Boy, not this guy.”
Hell ain’t hiring, Heaven don’t call,
Guess I’m stuck ridin’ between ‘em all.
Too bad, too loud, too late to mend,
Guess I’ll work the dust till the bitter end.
Got no saint’s name, got no plan,
Just scars where I shook God’s hand.
Whiskey pays my tithes at night,
And sin still tips me right.
Hell ain’t hiring, Heaven won’t pay,
Guess I’ll haunt my own damn way.
The smoke I breathe’s my only choir,
Singing “burn slow, burn higher.”
Preacher said “repent.” I said “for what?”
If mercy’s a job, I ain’t been sought.
Some folks work for love, some for gold —
Me, I work ‘cause I’m too damn old.
Hell ain’t hiring, but I still roam,
Building graves I call my home.
Heaven’s closed, and I don’t care —
I’ll keep sinning in the open air.
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Lyrics
Heaven slammed the door, Hell said, “Son, we’re full.” Guess I’m stuck here, raisin’ ghosts till dawn.
I’ve done more wrong than right by miles, Paid my dues in blood and smiles. Angels cross the street when I pass by, Even the Devil said, “Boy, not this guy.”
Hell ain’t hiring, Heaven don’t call, Guess I’m stuck ridin’ between ‘em all. Too bad, too loud, too late to mend, Guess I’ll work the dust till the bitter end.
Got no saint’s name, got no plan, Just scars where I shook God’s hand. Whiskey pays my tithes at night, And sin still tips me right.
Hell ain’t hiring, Heaven won’t pay, Guess I’ll haunt my own damn way. The smoke I breathe’s my only choir, Singing “burn slow, burn higher.”
Preacher said “repent.” I said “for what?” If mercy’s a job, I ain’t been sought. Some folks work for love, some for gold — Me, I work ‘cause I’m too damn old.
Hell ain’t hiring, but I still roam, Building graves I call my home. Heaven’s closed, and I don’t care — I’ll keep sinning in the open air.
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Hard, dark country with deep, rough-edged male vocals and a sly, almos
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