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