Live in Montana

Where do bad folks go when they die? They don't go to heaven where the angels fly They go down to the lake of fire and fry Won't see them again till the fourth of July I knew a lady who came from Duluth She got bit by a dog with a rabid tooth She wen

Plateau - Meat Puppets Many a hand has scaled the grand old face of the plateau Some belong to strangers some to folks you know Holy ghosts and talk show hosts are planted in the sand To beautify the foothills and shake the many hands There's nothing