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