Going to Hell

One, two, three Do you really wanna go to Heaven when we get this rapture started? Do you wanna go to hell, children, with Adeem the artist? Gonna dance around on the fiery ground Devil gonna fiddle out a bluegrass sound A ruckus that'd made Charlie Daniels proud They play country songs in Heaven, but in hell, we play 'em loud Well, I met the devil at the crossroads And I asked if we could make a deal He seemed puzzled, so I told him the story And he said, "None of that shit's real" It's true, I met Robert Johnson He showed me how the blues could work But white men would rather give the devil praise Than acknowledge a black man's worth Oh, do you really wanna go to Heaven when we get this rapture started? Do you wanna go to hell, children, with Adeem the artist? Gonna dance around on the fiery ground Devil gonna fiddle out a bluegrass sound A ruckus that'd made Charlie Daniels proud They play country songs in Heaven, but in hell, we play 'em loud He said, I give you only freedom and ask you use it well Love ain't just a feeling, it's a god dang magic spell So we sat there in the darkness and played some songs together But, ah, he wouldn't make no deal with me and that's why I'm not better Oh, do you really wanna go to Heaven when we get this rapture started? Do you wanna go to hell, children, with Adeem the artist? Gonna dance around on the fiery ground Devil gonna fiddle out a bluegrass sound A ruckus that'd made Charlie Daniels proud They play country songs in Heaven, but in hell, we play 'em loud Alright Do you really wanna go to Heaven when we get this rapture started? Do you wanna go to hell, children, with Adeem the artist? Gonna dance around on the fiery ground Me and the devil gonna holler blood harmonies out Try and make the lovin' brothers proud They play country songs in Heaven, but in hell, we play 'em loud