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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 'em again 'til the fourth of July
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Now I knew a lady who came from Duluth
She got bit by a dog with a rabid tooth
She went to her grave just a little too soon
and flew away howlin' on a yellow moon
Сhorus:
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 'em again 'til the fourth of July
Now people howl and people moan
and look for a dry place to call their own
and try to find somewhere to rest their bones
for the angels and the devil fight to make 'em their own
Сhorus:
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 'em again 'til the fourth of July