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 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 * 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 them again 'till the Fourth of July *
People cry and people moan * Look for a dry place to call their home * Try to find some place to rest their bones * Of an angels and the devils try to make 'em 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 them again 'till the Fourth of July
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