Born to Raise Hell - Cheap Trick

A-my, my, my Alright Listen up here, I'll make it quite clear I'm gonna put some boogie in your ear Shake and bop, don't you stop Dance like a maniac until you drop I don't mind, I don't mind I can run a razor right up your spine What are you waiting for? What do you think you were created for? Show us you care, show us you dare You don't know what happened, not if you weren't there Born to raise hell, born to raise hell We know how to do it, and we do it real well Born to raise hell, born to raise hell Voodoo medicine, cast my spell Born to raise hell, born to raise hell Play that guitar just like ringin' a bell Take it or leave it Going for broke, rock 'til you choke It don't matter if you drink or smoke Speak through the beat, get up on your feet Sweating like a hound dog, white as a sheet Don't you be scared, don't you be scared Everybody's terrified, it don't seem fair What are you waiting for? What do you think you were created for? Out of your seat, blind in the heat Do the nasty boogie, mama, stomp your feet Born to raise hell, born to raise hell We know how to do it, and we do it real well Born to raise hell, born to raise hell Go back to zero, take a pill and get well Born to raise hell, born to raise hell Be a good soldier and die where you fell It's your number My-my-my-my-my-my-my-my Come on, come on, come on Come on and boogie Come on and boogie now Shut up, shut up, shut up Shut up, right baby Take it or leave it, right Won't you believe it? Give it back, give it back, give it back Give it back, give it back, give it back Give it back, give it back, give it back Stop Born to raise hell, born to raise hell We know how to do it, and we do it real well Born to raise hell, born to raise hell Go on out and boogie 'cause you never can tell Born to raise hell, born to raise hell Be a good soldier and die where you fell Born to raise hell, born to raise hell We know how to do it, and we do it real well Stand up My-my-my-my-my-my-my-my Your mama, your mama, your mama It goes for shows, do where it goes Don't ever eat your liver You better take it or leave it, son That's a thing that's around me, baby

Gonna raise hell, gonna raise hell. Gonna raise hell, gonna raise hell. Ambition? ha! If all i've heard is true, there's nothin' much i can do To change the world, it's irreversible. But in what it lacks, it's got a taste that smacks Of somethin' irresistable. Gonna raise hell, gonna raise hell, gonna raise hell. Gonna raise hell, gonna raise hell, gonna raise hell. Submission? yes! Now i won't name names, and a secret's a secret, But a hint's a hint or a clue. You really wanna know, you really wanna go, There's only two things you got to do. Gonna raise hell, gonna raise hell, gonna raise hell. Gonna raise hell, gonna raise hell, gonna raise hell. Mother, mother. Mother, mother. Mother, mother. My mission? ah, yes! Everybody hear? everybody here, It's a fate i all agree. Sometimes you win, i never lose, To me it's no mystery. Gonna raise hell, gonna raise hell, gonna raise hell. Gonna raise hell, gonna raise hell, gonna raise hell.

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