Lake Of Fire

Where do bad folks go when they die?
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly.
They go to a lake of fire and fry.
Won't see 'em again until the fourth of July.

I knew a lady who came from duluth.
She got bitten by a dog with a rabid tooth.
She went to her grave just a little too soon.
And flew away howlin' at the yellow moon.

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Now people cry and people moan.
They look for a dry place to call their own.
Try to find some place to rest their bones.
Before the angels and the devils fight
to make them their own.

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