Where do bad folks go when they die They dont go to heaven where the angels fly Go to a lake of fire and fry See em again til the Fourth of July I knew a lady who came from Duluth Bitten 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 dont go to heaven where the angels fly Go to a 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 em their own Where do bad folks go when they die They dont go to heaven where the angels fly Go to a lake of fire and fry See em again till the Fourth of July
Posted on: Thu, 22 Jan 2015 08:46:20 +0000
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