text: Where do bad folks go when they die?
  They dont go to heaven where the angels fly
  Go to a lake of fire and fry
  See em again til 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 dont go to heaven where the angels fly
  Go to a lake of fire and fry
  See em again til 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
  While the angels and the devils try to make em their own
  Where do bad folks go when they die?
  They dont go to heaven where the angels fly
  Go to a lake of fire and fry
  See em again til the Fourth of July