Rule No. 7

Oh well I'm going to hell I ain't coming back I sold my soul To the devil Lost my self-respect And I'm high on whiskey bells As I inhale These hand-rolled cigarettes I heard sex sells So I exhaled And bought some triple XXX She was just like the rain When she goes down on me Again and again She's got me drowning Oh well I'm going to hell There's no room in heaven No room at the inn 'Cuz I'm a sinner I broke Rule Number 7 Thou shalt not pass Through the gates All ties have been severed So, oh well I'm going to hell For a little taste of heaven Oh, this red light delight I picked up on the street Loving like this It don't come cheap So, oh well I'm going to hell I ain't coming back I sold my soul To the devil Lost my self-respect And I'm high on whiskey bells As I inhale These hand-rolled cigarettes I heard sex sells So I exhaled And bought some triple XXX She was just like the rain When she goes down on me Again and again She's got me drowning