LAKE OF FIRE-

Where do bad folks go when they die
They don't go to heaven where the angles fly
They go to a lake of fire and fry
See 'em again 'till the fourth of July

I knew a lady who came from Duluth
Bite by a dog with a rabid tooth
She went to her grave just alittle too soon
And flew away howlin' on the yellow moon

Where do bad folks go when they die
They don't go to heaven where the angles fly
They go to a lake of fire and fry
See 'em again 'till the fourth of July

People cry and people moan
Look for a dry place to call their home
They try to find a place to rest their bones
While the angles and the devils try to make their own

Where do bad folks go when they die
They don't go to heaven where the angles fly
They go to a lake of fire and fry
See 'em again 'till the fourth of July