Lake Of Fire

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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 till 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 and laid down on the yellow moon

CHORUS

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

CHORUS

SOLO