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