Down below Down below Sat the devil talking to his son Who wanted to go Up above Up above He cried, It's getting too warm for me down here and so I'm going up on Earth where I can have a little fun The Devil simply shook his head and answered his son
Stay down here where you belong The folks who live above you don't know right from wrong
To please their kings they've all gone out to war And not a one of them knows what he's fighting for
Way up above they say that I'm a Devil and I'm bad Kings up there are bigger devils than your dad
They're breaking the hearts of mothers Making butchers out of brothers You'll find more hell up there than there is down below
'Kings up there They don't care For the mothers who must stay at home Their sorrows to bear Stay at home Don't you roam Although it's warm down below, you'll find it's warmer up there If e'er you went up there, my son, I know you'd be surprised You'd find a lot of people are not civilized'