Nirvana - Lake of fire
Where do bad folks go when they die?They don`t go to heaven where the angels fly.Go to a lake of fire fry,seem`em again till the fourth of July.I knew a lady came from Duluth bit by a dog with a rabbit tooth.She ran to a grave just a little too soon, flew and laid down on the yellow moon.Where do bad folks go when they die?They don´t go to heaven where the angels fly.Go to a lake of fire fry,see´em again till the fourth of July.People cry,people moan,look for a dry place to call their home.Try to find some-place to rest their bones ,while the angels and the devils try to make their own.Where do bad folks go when they die?They don´t go to heaven where the angels fly.Go to to lake of fire fry see´em again till the fourth of July.
