Lake Of Fire

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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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    Ebm                B 
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 


-repete o 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