Come As You Are/Lake of Fire
Come as you are,
as you were,
As I want you to be
As a friend,
as a friend,
as an old enemy.
Take your time,
hurry up
The choice is yours,
don't be late.
Take a rest,
as a friend,
as an old memoria
Memoria (x3)
Come doused in mud,
soaked in bleach
As I want you to be
As a trend,
as a friend,
as an old memoria
Memoria (x3)
And I swear that I don't have a gun
No, I don't have a gun (x2)
Memoria (x3)
Memoria - and I don't have a gun
And I swear that I don't have a gun
No I don't have a gun (x4)
Memoria
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Originally by the Meat Puppets, covered by Nirvana
Where do bad folks go when they die?
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
They go 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 went to her grave just a little too soon
And she flew away howling on the yellow moon
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
Now the people cry and the people moan
And they look for a dry place to call their home
And try to find some place to rest their bones
While the angels and the devils try to make them their own
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
Wheeeeeeeeeeeeee!
as you were,
As I want you to be
As a friend,
as a friend,
as an old enemy.
Take your time,
hurry up
The choice is yours,
don't be late.
Take a rest,
as a friend,
as an old memoria
Memoria (x3)
Come doused in mud,
soaked in bleach
As I want you to be
As a trend,
as a friend,
as an old memoria
Memoria (x3)
And I swear that I don't have a gun
No, I don't have a gun (x2)
Memoria (x3)
Memoria - and I don't have a gun
And I swear that I don't have a gun
No I don't have a gun (x4)
Memoria
************************************
Originally by the Meat Puppets, covered by Nirvana
Where do bad folks go when they die?
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
They go 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 went to her grave just a little too soon
And she flew away howling on the yellow moon
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
Now the people cry and the people moan
And they look for a dry place to call their home
And try to find some place to rest their bones
While the angels and the devils try to make them their own
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
Good thing Jack doesn't carry a camera. He might have one in his cell phone, but I can say with great certainty that he's got no idea how to use it. I was in the back of the ambulance in front of him, sitting on the end of the stretcher in back (well bribed by Chris, who gave me Smarties to sit there!), throwing candy to the many kids lined up on the narrow streets of Mount Tabor and singing loudly (to be heard over the screaming sirens ahead, over and behind me) to Nirvana as they had a double-play weekend.
Wheeeeeeeeeeeeee!
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