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
Lake swimming, shucking free Our deadened selves like snakes and corn do Our bodies tore off swimming suits And all the old notions, the cold ocean far
Lakewater hair, a sweetest smile seen for a while In the green tipped afternoon Triggers up by the moon, there where the night went Gives you a buzz,
Go to the shore And pray for the sea Go towards the mirror And pray that you'll see Someone else Downtown, go downtown Go to the waves of grain In the
Where the bad folks go when they die They don't go to Heaven where the angels fly Go to a lake of fire and fry See em' again 'til the 4th of July I knew
Within the cave of sleep lies the horrid ones in the deep in a city just to be found within the dreams of unholy ground So sleep between these sheets
Sent on a mission to find out Just how much shit one man can take Went to the river to swim upstream But got dragged into the lake You're wide awake
Well, I miss the sounds of Tennessee And the smell of heavy rain The roses in the garden Laugh before the pain But I hear his voice close in my ear I
There ain't nothing I would rather see Than you drying off on this dock I've been thinking, it's so good to be me But girl, on second thought Wish I
In the midnight We hurry up like every day time after time but it's ok nobody knows what's going on Another chance the same old song. You're dancing
Du bist die Rose die Rose vom Wörthersee holiolioliholie holioliolie Du bist die Schönste die Schönste vom Strandcafe holiolioliholie
Well you better get home cos your dad is awake Said he saw you last night making out by the lake With a boy that he hates He doesnt look at me the same
Lago Maggiore Lago Maggiore Lago Maggiore Lago Maggiore. Roter Wein und Musik nur wir beide ganz allein. Und wir war'n so verliebt im hellen Mondenschein
Here's the story of a man and his family And a big trip that they took Well, I heard all about in a restaurant And I read it in a history book They rented
We were standing Standing by peaceful waters Standing by peaceful waters Whoa, wah, oh wha, oh Whoa, wah, oh wha, oh Many years ago along the Illinois
so much hurt and preservation like a tendril round my soul so much painful information no clear way on how to hold it when everything in me is tightening
I'm gonna walk these streets of cold concrete Like I'm a ghost searching for its grave Then I'll dwell by the edge of this man made lake And descend into
Don't bother grandma 'cause she's right Or you'll be in some mess I see how you see her creaky bones, bitchin' 'bout IRS Well, take a look child through