Nivana Lake of Fire Lyrics

Where do bad folks go when they die?
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly.
Got to a lake of fire and fry,
see'em again till the Fourth of July.
I knew a lady, came from Duluth,
bit by a dog with a rabid tooth.
She ran to a grave just a little too soon,
flew and laid down on the yellow moon.
People cry, 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 their own