I bet hell has a beautiful wrap around porch.
At least, that's what I think of when you carry that torch.
After what you did to me, I gotta think eternity
will drop me off in the country where I'll sip on sweet tea.
I bet hell has a welcome mat in front of the door-
the kind of common decency you just don't see anymore.
'Cause I got to thinking after what I do to you
I'm gonna need me a place where I can wipe off my shoes.