Meat Puppets

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

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

Instrumental 专辑:Meat Puppets II 歌手:Meat Puppets 歌曲:Aurora Borealis

Find us at night by our glowing embers this band's curse inflicts all its members gotta get stoned once in a while we get stoned like its going out of style just think of all the things we'd have if we saved our money but all our money's gone up in s

I'm dead, got nothing to lose the biggest fucker around's gonna give himself the blues trying to make trouble for a dead man what's that, you're mistaken the spot you wanted most has already been taken and it's been taken by your own self no reason f

Walkin' boss Walkin' boss I don't belong to you I belong Yes, and I can get along With that steel drivin' crew (repeat 3 times) 专辑:Meat Puppets 歌手:Meat Puppets 歌曲:Walking Boss

Poor little negro Sitting in a tree Eating his favorite Cocoa leaves Along came some fellows Takin' him away Take away his culture Put him on a plane Poor little negro Sitting in the states He's about to try his First chocolate shake Poor little negr

Verse 1: Right before the leaf as fat before the waters The invisible leafs trashed by implotion They said you were strong then you were addicting Too water is cold still yet predicting Chorus: Dispencerly of redicerly life By the new leaf and the ol

My lullaby,hung out to dry What's up with that It's over Where are you dad Mum's lookin' sad What's up with that It's dark in here Why bleeding is breathing You're hiding , underneath the smoke in the room Try , bleeding is believing I used to My mou

if i had to lose a mile if i had to touch feelings i would lose my soul the way i do i don't have to think i only have to do it the results are always perfect and that's old news would you like to hear my voice sprinkled with emotion invented at your

A long time ago I turned to myself And said "You are my daughter" I saw that the image I saw there was well "So you are my daughter" Well then maybe we've got something to talk about Who told you so? That gold burns slow Like coal camp

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climb, climb, i always climb out of bed in the morning on a mountain made of sand and i know this doesn't rhyme but the clutter on the table has been getting out of hand i know that you tried to see me through but honey i'm still having trouble findi

I'm not you no matter what you do No matter what you see I'll always be a chimpanzee You're not me no matter what you see The things I say and do should be of no concern to you The time-wire is bending in spaces unending In lights array In black-silv

It's the shadow in the dark It's the silver in the park It's the broken, faded bird You've learned to cally our heart It's not a border you can see Just as plain as you or me I can't throw the lock back And I don't have the key It hovers in the livin

The man laid his hat on the table Hung his coat up on the wall Sat down to dinner said as soon as I am able I'll say something nice to you all Then he took a deck from his pocket Spread 'em so I saw 'em all Then he turned his back to me shuffled 'em

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

Instrumental 专辑:Meat Puppets II 歌手:Meat Puppets 歌曲:Magic Toy Missing

Many a hand has scaled the grand old face of the plateau Some belong to strangers and 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 The nothing on the top but a bucke