Lake of Fire

by The Meat Puppets

Where do bad folks go when they die

They don't go to heaven where the angels fly

They go to the lake of fire and fry

Won't see 'em again 'til the fourth of July

G - F G

G - F G

Now I knew a lady who came from Duluth

She got bit by a dog with a rabid tooth

She went to her grave just a little too soon

and flew away howlin' on a yellow moon

-repeat chorus-

Now people howl and people moan

and look for a dry place to call their own

and try to find somewhere to rest their bones

for the angels and the devil fight to make 'em their own

-repeat chorus-

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Steve Nicholson, 74431.40@compuserve.com