These are the People of the Longhouse These are the People that you tried to break These are the People of the Pines Who Follow the Code of Handsome Lake
get so dark out here you can't see your hand. (Can't See Your Hand) The Fire on the lake nobody dare understands. The lake of (FIRE) Fire on the water
to fire lake Head out Who wants to go to fire lake And head out Who wants to go to fire lake Head out Out to fire lake Who's gonna do it
Did you see our brother He was here the other day But he only came to say That he was leaving Did you see his lady She was looking where he'd gone But
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stop in Lake Charles 'Cause that's the place he loved Did you run about as far as you could go? Down the Louisiana highway across Lake Ponchartrain Now your soul is in Lake
As we drove on through the Finger Lakes Water shining at our side I was wrestling the demons in my mind But it seemed to me you were reaching for Some
time Baby, it's time to go To that house down by the lake Baby, it's time to go To that house down by the lake A beauty all by herself Just i¬?oating
Used to go skinny dipping Trapping love in a lake Waiting Slowly breaking sun with a rake Now the pool in your heart is frozen And I never did learn how
rampage They'll have to call the Hearse Better drag the lake, Charlie Charlie, drag the lake Remember what happened last time When Lester went on the lake
of souls down on Voodoo Lake The Voodoo lake, the Voodoo Lake Daughter of the devil, sister of a snake Voodoo Lake Down on Voodoo Lake Down on Voodoo Lake
The boatman rose to the sound of his heartbeat Loud in the silent approach of the dawn He glanced through the window at mist on the lake Which hung like
bells keep time and never stop We sleep and we wake on the lake of silver bells The lake of silver bells The lake of silver bells The lake of silver
What do I do here, why do I stay? Who are all these people, I check in with every day I need room to think this over I need a ride out to Horseshoe Lake
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
Old butterfly, I'll dance with you Though our wings may crumble We can float like ash, broken but the edges still shine Lake swimming, lake swimming
Go to the shore And pray for the sea Go towards the mirror And pray that you'll see Someone else Downtown, go downtown Go to the waves of grain In the
Where the bad folks go when they die They don't go to Heaven where the angels fly Go to a lake of fire and fry See em' again 'til the 4th of July I knew
