Lake Of Fire

(início)

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Where do bad folks go when they die
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They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
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They go to the lake of fire and fry
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Won't see 'em again 'til the fourth of July
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Now I knew a lady who came from Duluth
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She got bit by a dog with a rabid tooth
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She went to her grave just a little too soon
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and flew away howlin' on a yellow moon
(refrão)
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