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.