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 one, two, three, four
Rusty chain holds me to shore
Five, six, seven, eight
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 one, two, three, four
Rusty chain holds me to shore
Five, six, seven, eight
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 one, two, three, four
Rusty chain holds me to shore
Five, six, seven, eight
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
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