Nirvana Lyrics
Nirvana Lyrics
"Lake Of Fire Lyrics"
Fester Day Fever Of Scum Secreted Flesh Lyrics
Festering muck of secretified flesh effluvium maturation insalubriness mess grotesque gurgulation of sepsis
Festering muck of secretified flesh effluvium maturation insalubriness mess grotesque gurgulation of sepsis
(Chorus)
Where do bad folks go when they die?
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
go to the lake of fire and fry
see them again 'till the fourth of July
I knew a lady who came from Duluth
bitten by a
Shitface Lyrics
hey shitface. weren't you the one who told me i couldn't do anything? hey shitface. weren't you the one
dog with a rabid toothhey shitface. weren't you the one who told me i couldn't do anything? hey shitface. weren't you the one
She went to her grave just a little too soon
flew away howling on the yellow moon
(Chorus)
Where do bad folks go when they die?
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
go to the lake of
So Far Away Lyrics
(Bairnson) We say welcome to the mission Show us all what you can do We need a man with visionfire and fry
see them again 'till the fourth of July
people crying 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 them their o
(Chorus)
Where do bad folks go when they die?
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
go to the lake of fire and fry
see them again 'till the fourth of July
Originally by the Meat Puppets
(Bairnson) We say welcome to the mission Show us all what you can do We need a man with vision
see them again 'till the fourth of July
people crying 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 them their o
No Place Like Home Lyrics
(Difford/Tilbrook) I'm faced with the facts And a fist full of threats I stand quite amused
wn(Difford/Tilbrook) I'm faced with the facts And a fist full of threats I stand quite amused
(Chorus)
Where do bad folks go when they die?
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
go to the lake of fire and fry
see them again 'till the fourth of July
Originally by the Meat Puppets