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
Go 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 their own
Where do bad folks go when they die?
They don't go to Heaven, where the angels fly
Go to a lake of fire and fry
See 'em again 'til the fourth of July
- Thank you, take your time. Here. Talk to me, New York! That was the Meat Puppets.
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