Raise a Little Hell

I can't take no more of this
This nightmare has to end
In this God forsaken place
Death would be a welcome friend

I could pay a crooked guard
To kill me - yeah, that's it
Better that than sixteen years
Dyin' slowly bit by bit

All I did was rob a few stores
Justice here don't fit the crime
I've been broken by the devil
Justice is a waste of time

I wont get to heaven
Why not raise a little hell?

Hey Clyde, your other girlfriend is here
Oh my God! What happened to your face? Somebody help him!
The gas station. There's a gun hidden under the porch
What seems to be the problem?
Look at him!
Visitin' time is over. I'll be back to get you later
Ed Crowder wants to see you again

He'll see me, but it's the last time
That filthy scum has gotta go
By tonight it will be over
When I strike the fatal blow

No way out, I gotta do this
Him or me, okay lets play
Never killed, but now I have to
Oh, time to make Ed Crowder pay

I won't get to heaven
Why not raise a little hell?
No way I'll see heaven
So let's raise a little hell

Here's some things for Clyde - there's a pair of shoes and a Bible
Thanks
I don't know what he'd do without you
You are the one ray of sunshine in his whole life



Credits
Writer(s): Frank Wildhorn, Don Black
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