They go to a lake of fire and fry
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
Before the angels and the devils fight to make 'em their own
Now people cry and people moan
And flew laid down on the yellow moon
Won't see 'em again till the 4th of July
Where do bad folks go when they die?
They go to a lake of fire and fry
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
Look for a dry place to call their home
Won't see 'em again till the 4th of July
She went to her grave, a little too soon
Who got bit by a dog with a rabid tooth
Where do bad folks go when they die?
Try find some place to rest their bones
Oh, I knew a lady who came from Duluth
They go to a lake of fire and fry
