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 lived in Duluth She got bit by a dog with a rabid tooth She went to her grave a little too soon And she flew away howling at 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 Now the people cry and the people moan And they look for a dry place to call their home And try to find someplace to rest their bones While the angels and the devils fight to claim them for 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