Where do bad folks go when they die? They don′t go to heaven where the angels fly They go to a lake of fire and fry See ′em again ′till the fourth of July
I knew a lady who came from Duluth She got bit by a dog with a rabid tooth She went to her grave just a little too soon And 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 to a lake of fire and fry See ′em again ′till the fourth of July
The people cry and the people moan They 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 don′t go to heaven where the angels fly They go to a lake of fire and fry See ′em again ′till the fourth of July
Twinkle bright Aldebaran, the star of solitude Somewhere there is a lake of fire, pity all the fools Sorry are the desolate, the unfree and obedient For this is not the spring of love, it is the winter of discontent Standing at the shore of lake of fire
Standing at the shore of Lake Of Fire Standing at the shore of Lake Of Fire Standing at the shore of Lake Of Fire
Blood mooney, for thirty pieces of silver You shall buy yourself the time
The quivering meat conception, deflorate the virgin fair Succumb to your own passion, recieve the garland made from angel′s hair Crown yourself, the thorns will cut you, bleeed your majesty But by dawn it will all satisfy no more, dethrones you weep Dumped along the shore of lake of fire
Dumped along the shore of Lake Of Fire Dumped along the shore of Lake Of Fire Dumped along the shore of Lake Of Fire
So you′ve been left in chains to rot away in your own stinking rest You′ll hang till death in your own entrails
What you′re gonna do, peasants with nukes But death you′ll see shall make us free