Lake Of Fire کے بول

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 them again till 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 and lay down on the yellow Moon 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 them again till 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 don't go to heaven, where the angels fly Go to a lake of fire and fry See them again till the Fourth of July