Devil Music

Mama said, turn that hell-bent rock 'n' roll noise down

You ain't gon' listen to that garbage in this house

So when the lights went out, I'd sneak those headphones on

Sing along in my head to all those rebel songs

The Stones and The Band, yeah, the drink in my hand

Yeah, they don't give a damn, yeah, you hold on to it

Highway to Hell and stairway to Heaven

Up to 11 in daddy's old Buick

It saved my soul and cut right through it

Thank God for Devil Music

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I saved up all summer for a 50 dollar pawn shop shit guitar

And Jeff's mom was cool enough to let us be garage band stars

We were bad, we were loud, had all the neighbours sayin'

"Turn it off, cut it out", oh, but we kept playin'

The Stones and The Band, yeah, the drink in my hand

Yeah, they don't give a damn, yeah, you hold on to it

Highway to Hell and stairway to Heaven

Up to 11, so therapeutic

It saved my soul and cut right through it

Thank God for Devil Music

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The Stones and The Band, yeah, the drink in my hand

Yeah, they don't give a damn, yeah, you hold on to it

Highway to Hell and stairway to Heaven

Up to 11, that's when I knew it

It saved my soul and cut right through it

And I still get high when I listen to it

Thank God for Devil Music

That damned old Devil Music

Thank God for Devil Music