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

She got bit by a dog with a rabid tooth

She went to her grave just a little too soon

And 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 to a lake of fire and fry

Won't see 'em again till the 4th of July

Now people howl and people moan

And look for a dry place to call their home

And try to find somewhere 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