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