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Where do bad folks go when they die?
They don t go to heaven where the angels fly
Go down to the lake of fire and fry
See them 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 she flew away howling on the yellow moon
(Chorus)
People cry, the 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 t make their own
(Chorus)
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