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