Poor Man Lazarus

Verse 1

Poor man Lazarus, sick and disabled, dip your finger in the water; come and cool my tongue, 'cause I'm tormented in the flame! He had to eat crumbs from the rich man's table dip your finger in the water; come and cool my tongue, 'cause I'm tormented in the flame!

Chorus

I'm tormented in the flame! I'm tormented in the flame! Dip your finger in the water; come and cool my tongue, 'cause I'm tormented in the flame!

Verse 2

Rich man Divies, he lived so well. Dip your finger in the water; come and cool my tongue, 'cause I'm tormented in the flame! And when he died, he went straight to hell. Dip your finger in the water; come and cool my tongue, 'cause I'm tormented in the flame!

Verse 3

I love to shout, I love to sing. Dip your finger in the water; come and cool my tongue, 'cause I'm tormented in the flame! I love to praise my heavenly King. Dip your finger in the water; come and cool my tongue, 'cause I'm tormented in the flame!