(Nirvana/Meat Puppets Cover)         Where do bad folks go when they die?   They don't go to heaven where the angels fly   They go to the lake of fire and fry   Won't see them again 'till the fourth of July      I knew a lady who came from Duluth   Bit by a dog with a rabid tooth   She went to her grave just a little too soon   And 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 the lake of fire and fry   Won't see them again 'till the fourth of July      People cry and people moan   They 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   They go to the lake of fire and fry   Won't see them again 'till the fourth of July