lake of fire

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