Where do bad folks go when they die?
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
They go to a lake of fire and fry
Won't see 'em again till the 4th of July
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
They go to a lake of fire and fry
Won't see 'em again till the 4th of July
Oh, I knew a lady who came from Duluth
Who got bit by a dog with a rabid tooth
She went to her grave, a little too soon
And flew away howlin' on the yellow moon
Who got bit by a dog with a rabid tooth
She went to her grave, a little too soon
And flew away howlin' on the yellow moon
Where do bad folks go when they die?
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
They go to a lake of fire and fry
Won't see 'em again till the 4th of July
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
They go to a lake of fire and fry
Won't see 'em again till the 4th of July
Now people cry and people moan
Look for a dry place to call their home
Try find some place to rest their bones
Before the angels and the devils fight to make 'em their own
Look for a dry place to call their home
Try find some place to rest their bones
Before the angels and the devils fight to make 'em their own
Where do bad folks go when they die?
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
They go to a lake of fire and fry
Won't see 'em again till the 4th of July
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
They go to a lake of fire and fry
Won't see 'em again till the 4th of July
FOLLOW THE DAMN LINK OR GET DAN TO DO IT
6 comments:
This sounds like an old nursery school song. It certainly is about as informative as one. You better be good or you will go to the devil. It's this kind of thinking that has kept us stuck in an evolutionary run for hundreds of years.
Or maybe it's saying that you should live life to the fullest with your time here on earth, because when you die, things are going to get rather bleak.
But then you argue, "Wait a second, I lived a good life"
Ah yes, but what if when we die, we're just tortured by the bad people who became the devils that torture us.
Well, that certainly puts a damper on things.
What a happy song ~ Thanks a lot, Chris.
I agree with my good buddy dan. What is the point of making us sad?
Dan thank you for your insightful non-ignorant comment. Think that your idea has more street cred because I highly doubt a group with a name like the Meat Puppets would be singing about real hell fire. Maybe if their name was puppets for Jesus or something but not meat puppets. As for being dead... how much did we worry about not existing before we were born? Not much. Probably just as much as we will worry about being dead when we are dead.
I personally don’t believe in devils and lakes of fire and stuff but Berv is an ardent Catholic and he goes into that hell heaven stuff. In high school he fell off his bike and got scrapes on his hands and insisted it was stigmata. “no dude” I said “its road rash. You just fell off your bike.” He crapped his pants when we saw the exorcist. I looked at him and I was like "dude... really? A little girl with bad makeup spewing vomit scares you?" He said "dude people really got possessed making this movie. Haven’t you read?" No I said “I don’t read the Enquirer.”
Chris you are a complete ass. Go sit on it.
Oh for fucks sake. Of course the Catholics have issues, but if you emmigrate to Utah to establish a kooky sci-fi cult about everybody belonging to the planet Xanadu...well, that's just fucking honkey dory. Isn't it Chris!? Sure it is...you honky-ass cracker from Utah.
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