Hacky-Sac in the House of God

It was a Monday and the fifth day of June when you
Stumbled into my crowded room
You joined me drinking and you ask my name
I said "My name is Cel, but that doesn't help since I
Don't exactly know myself" and you looked me straight in the eye
And asked "Cel, are you afraid to die?"
I said "I've gone shot for shot with the wrong end of town,
Flown the country from north to south,
I'm a spit-shooter without a care.
I drove a full speed tactor into my gramma's barn,
Stayed out til the break of dawn,
Ask me to again and I'll jump at will.
Tell me friend, does it sound like I'm scared of hell?"

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