Do one
A-one, a-two, a-one, two, three

I saw a sweet-smelling girl act sexy
While the guy got his pocket picked
I saw a boy shining shoes get stepped on
By the same pair of boots he licked
I saw a slave-driving man disgusted
By the size of his house and car
And if there really is a Hell to go to
We don't got to go too far

It don't matter where you come from
And it don't matter who you are
'Cause if there really is a Hell to go to
We don't got to go too far
No, we don't got to go too far

I saw a child into selling flowers
Cuss you out if you passed her by
I saw a bank robber sharing profits
With a cluck from the FBI
I saw an old hungry soul mistrusted
By a youth eatin' caviar
And if there really is a Hell to go to
We don't got to go too far
You can be just a poor hitchhiker
Or the guy in the shiny car
But if there really is a Hell to go to
We don't got to go too far
No, we don't got to go too far

I saw a kid smokin' grass get busted
By the man known in every bar
And if there really is a Hell to go to
We don't got to go too far
No, we don't got to go too far
Oh no, we don't got to go too far
No, no, no, we don't got to go too far