Meat Puppets - Comin' Down / Lake of Fire lyrics

Comin' Down Coming down from the mountain I have seen the high and mighty I will go again someday But for now I'm coming down Coming down from the mountain I have seen the lofty glory I will go again someday But for now I'm coming down I have seen the 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 Waking 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 I have seen the 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 Going down to the desert To the dirty filthy desert I'll be crawling through the sand For at least a couple days Going down to the desert Ther are things there worth avoiding And it always makes me cross When those things get in my way. I have seen the 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 Coming down from the mountain I have seen the high and mighty I will go again someday But for now I'm coming down Coming down from the mountain I have seen the lofty glory I will go again someday But for now I'm coming down Coming down from the mountain I have seen the high and mighty I will go again someday But for now I'm coming down Coming down from the mountain I have seen the lofty glory I will go again someday But for now I'm coming down 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 Won't see 'em again till the 4th of July Oh, I knew a lady who came from Duluth Who got bit by a dog with a rabid tooth She went to her grave, a little too soon And flew away howlin' 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 Won't see 'em again till the 4th of July Now people cry and people moan Look for a dry place to call their home Try find some place to rest their bones Before the angels and the devils fight 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 Won't see 'em again till the 4th of July