Going to Hell

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 down 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 Louvin Brothers proud

They play country songs in heaven, but in hell, we play 'em loud