Lake Of Fire

Where the bad folks go when they die

They don't go to Heaven where the angels fly

Go to a lake of fire and fry

See em' again 'til the 4th of July

I knew a lady who came from Duluth

Bitten by a dog with a rabbit tooth

She went to her grave just a little too soon

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

Go to a lake of fire and fry

See em' again 'til the 4th of July

People cry, people moan

Look for a dry place to call their home

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

Go to a lake of fire and fry

See em' again 'til the 4th of July