POlly Polly wants a cracker Think I should get off of her first I think she wants some water To put out the blow torch It isn't me We have some seed Let me clip Your dirty wings Let me take a ride Don't hurt yourself I want some help To help myself I've got some rope You have been told I promise you I have been true Let me take a ride Don't hurt yourself I want some help To help myself Polly wants a cracker Maybe she would like more food She asks me to untie her A chase would be nice for a few Polly says her back hurts And she's just as bored as me She caught me off my guard It amazes me, the will of instinct LAKE oF FIRE 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 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 Fight to claim them for 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
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