Where do bad folks go when they die? They don't go to heaven where the angels fly They go down to the lake of fire and fry Won't see 'em again till the fourth of July 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 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 They go down to the lake of fire and fry Won't see 'em again till the fourth of July the people cry and the 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 their own Where do bad folks go when they die? They don't go to heaven where the angels fly They go down to the lake of fire and fry Won't see 'em again till the fourth of July