Born To Raise Hell

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



Credits
Writer(s): Ian Fraser Kilmister
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