文本歌词

Where do bad folks go when they die
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
go down to the lake of fire and fry
see them 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
And she 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
see them again till the fourth of July
people cry and the people moan
they look for a dry place to call their home
try to find some place to rest their bones
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 down to the lake of fire and fry
see them again till the fourth of July