Comin' down from the mountain
I have seen the high and mighty
I will go again someday
But for now I'm comin' down
Comin' down from the mountain
I have seen the lofty glory
I will go again someday
But for now I'm comin' down
I have seen their information
On the lighter side of dumbness
I have heard the new statistics
And the stomping on the ground
Picking slowly up the rockslide
One thing always seems apparent
If the climb becomes too much
I can always turn around
Wakin' up from my slumber
To misunderstand another
Though they call it terra firma
It dissolves beneath my feet
Looking through a pile of garbage
For some worthless piece of paper
That's been hidden there for me
To give meaning to my day
Goin' down to the desert
To the dirty filthy desert
I'll be crawling through the sand
For at least a couple days
Goin' down to the desert
There are things there worth avoiding
And it always makes me cross
When those things get in my way
lake of fire
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
wont see 'em again till the 4th of July
I knew a lady who came from Duluth
Got bit by a dog with a rabid tooth
She went to her grave just a little too soon
flew and laid down on the yellow moon
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
wont see 'em again till the 4th of July
people cry and people moan
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 'em their own
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
wont see 'em again till the 4th of July
I have seen the high and mighty
I will go again someday
But for now I'm comin' down
Comin' down from the mountain
I have seen the lofty glory
I will go again someday
But for now I'm comin' down
I have seen their information
On the lighter side of dumbness
I have heard the new statistics
And the stomping on the ground
Picking slowly up the rockslide
One thing always seems apparent
If the climb becomes too much
I can always turn around
Wakin' up from my slumber
To misunderstand another
Though they call it terra firma
It dissolves beneath my feet
Looking through a pile of garbage
For some worthless piece of paper
That's been hidden there for me
To give meaning to my day
Goin' down to the desert
To the dirty filthy desert
I'll be crawling through the sand
For at least a couple days
Goin' down to the desert
There are things there worth avoiding
And it always makes me cross
When those things get in my way
lake of fire
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
wont see 'em again till the 4th of July
I knew a lady who came from Duluth
Got bit by a dog with a rabid tooth
She went to her grave just a little too soon
flew and laid down on the yellow moon
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
wont see 'em again till the 4th of July
people cry and people moan
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 'em their own
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
wont see 'em again till the 4th of July