AIN'T IT GOIN' TO HELL ON A SLED
w & m by John D Loudermilk
©1969 Acuff-Rose Publ. Inc.
(intro Memphis beat)
Now, Junior is sniffin' his glue
And brother and sister's on weed
My mama takes pills and daddy gets drunk
And the dog and the cat's startin' to sneeze
Now what do you think about that, boy
Yeah, you know it well, it's goin' to hell
It's goin' to hell on a sled
Now we're fightin' in a limited war
So limited fightin' can cease
We limit our kills to limited hills
And hope we win some of this limited peace
Now what do you think about that
It's goin' to hell, it's goin' to hell
It's goin' to hell on a sled
The landlord raises his rent
While the rats gnaw his tenants kids
And after fire bombs,bricks and helmets and sticks
The rats are still gnawin' on them kids
They're killin' police for freedom and peace
It's goin' to hell on a sled
The kids can't pray in schools
"God is dead, you fool"
Church people smile while they frug in the aisle
While the preacher says, "Man, ain't that cool"
You know it well, it's goin' to hell
It's goin' to hell on a sled
(source: Standard Songs Pop/ Country/ Blues/ Folk/ Instumentals/ Novelty, Acuff-Rose Publications Inc. 1956-1973)