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 See them again 'till the fourth of July I knew a lady who came from Duluth Bitten by a dog with a rabid tooth She went to her grave just a little too soon And she 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 See them again 'till the fourth of July People cry and the people moan And they look for a dry place to call their home And try to find some place to rest their bones While the angels and the devils try to make them 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 See them again 'till the fourth of July
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