Karaoké Lake Of Fire Nirvana

Where the bad folks go when they die

Don't go to heaven where the angels fly

Go to a lake of fire and fry see em' again 'til 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 away howling on the yellow moon

Where do bad folks go when they die

Don't go to heaven where the angels fly

Go to a lake of fire and fry see em' again 'til the fourth of July

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 them their own

Where do bad folks go when they die

Don't go to heaven where the angels fly

Go to a lake of fire and fry see em' again 'til the fourth of July