Raising Hell - Tom Morello, Ben Harper

Summer’s past and winter’s gone

Sabbath blastin' in headphones

I played 'em all and woke up with a song

Well I fell in love with a drunken friend

At a South By Show with REM

Staggered down the road in last night’s clothes

But I had to see the rainbow for myself

And I had to put some platinum on my shelf

And it’s 1, 2, 3, 4

Rusty chain holds me to shore

Sunset floods when the levee breaks on me

Oh, on me, on me, oh, on me

Oh well, I’m still raising hell

Well I shake my faith in Marshall stacks

Feedback, Fender, skinny slacks

All around the globe, beside The Boss

And the hornet’s buzzing in my head

Like fascists in the government

The powers change but we still pay the cost

And the road is always paved with shooting stars

And the time is now, decide who you are

And it’s 1, 2, 3, 4

Rusty chain holds me to shore

Sunset floods when the levee breaks on me

Oh, on me, on me, oh, on me

Oh well, I’m still raising hell

And it’s 1, 2, 3, 4

Rusty chain holds me to shore

Sunset floods when the levee breaks

On me oh, on me, oh on me

Oh well, I’m still raising hell

Oh me

Oh well, I’m still raising hell