Tom: E
INTRO: E
#1.
E
Now Junior is sniffin' his glue..and brother
and sister's on weed.
E
My mama takes pills and daddy gets drunk
and the dog and the cat's startin' to sneeze.
E
Now, what do you think about that boy?
CHORUS:
A F#
Yeah, you know it well, it's goin' to hell..
B E
it's goin' to hell on a sled.
#2.
E
Now we're fightin' in a limited war..so limited
fightin' can cease.
E
We limit our kills to limited hills and hope we
win some of this limited peace.
E
Now, what do you think about that?
CHORUS:
A F#
Yeah, it's goin' to hell, it's goin' to hell,
B E
it's goin' to hell on a sled.
#3.
E
The landlord raises his rent..while the rats gnaw
his tenants, kids.
E
And after fire bombs, bricks, and helmets, and sticks,
the rats are still gnawin' on them kids.
CHORUS:
A F#
They're killin' police for freedom and peace..
B E
it's goin' to hell on a sled.
#4.
E
The kids can't pray in schools..God is dead, you fool!
E
Church people smile, as they Frug in the aisle,
and the preacher says, 'Man, ain't that cool?'
OUTRO:
A F#
Yeah, you know it well, it's goin' to hell..
B E
it's goin' to hell on a sled.
