Lake Of Fire - Live

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

See 'em again 'til the fourth of July!

I knew a lady who came from Duluth

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

See 'em again 'til the fourth of July

People cry and 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 them 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 'em again 'til the fourth of July