Where do bad folks do when their die?
They don't do to heaven where the angels fly.
Go to the lake offire and fry,
See em again til the forth of july.
I knew a lady come from dulith,
Bit by a dog with a rabit tooth.
She ran to a grave just a little too soon,
Flew and laid down on the yellow moon.
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People cry,people moon,
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.
Verse 1.
Ognennoe ozero (Kurt Kirkvud)
Kuda otpravljajutsja plohie parni posle smerti?
Oni ne popadajut na nebesa,gde parjat angely,
Oni popadajut v ognennoe ozero i podzharivajutsja tam,
I my uvidim ih vnov' tol'ko 4 ijulja.
Znaval ja odnu damu iz goroda Dulut,
ee pokusal beshenyj pes.
Ona sygrala v jaschik pozhaluj slishkom bystro,
Vzletela da i sovershila posadku na zheltoj lune.
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Ljudi plachut,ljudi mtenajut,
Ischut mesto posusche,chtoby nazvat' ego svoim domom,
Pytajutsja otyskat' mestechko,gde budut pokoitsja ih kostochki,
Poka angely i d'javoly pytajutsja obdelyvat' svoi delishki.
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