Lake Of Fire
Where the bad folks go when they dieThey don't go to Heaven where the angels flyGo to a lake of fire and frySee em' again 'til the 4th of July
I knew a lady who came from DuluthBitten by a dog with a rabbit toothShe went to her grave just a little too soonFlew away howling on the yellow moon
Where do bad folks go when they dieThey don't go to Heaven where the angels flyGo to a lake of fire and frySee em' again 'til the 4th of July
People cry, people moanLook for a dry place to call their homeTry to find some place to rest their bonesWhile the angels and the devils try to make them their own
Where do bad folks go when they dieThey don't go to Heaven where the angels flyGo to a lake of fire and frySee em' again 'til the 4th of July