Mama said turn that hillbend
rock and roll noise down
You ain't gonna listen to that
garbage in this house
So when the lights went out
I'd sneak those headphones off
Sing along in my head
To all them river songs
The stones in the bend
And a drink in my hand
And I don't give a damn
Yeah, you hold on to it
Highway to heaven
Stairway to heaven
Up to eleven
In heav en's old Buick
Saved my soul and cut right through it
Thank God for devil music
Saved up all summer for a 50 pawn
shop shit guitar
Jeff's mom, she was cool enough
to let us be garage band stars
We were bad, we were loud
Had all the neighbors saying
Turn it off, cut it out
Yeah, but we kept playing
The stones in the band
and a drink in my hand
And I don't give a damn,
yeah, you hold on to it
Highway to hell, stairway to heaven
Up to eleven, it's so therapeutic
Saved my soul and cut right through it
Thank God, the devil need
s you
Thank God for the stones in the bed
And a drink in my hand
And I don't give a damn,
yeah, you hold on to it
Highway to heaven, stairway to heaven
Up to eleven, that's when I knew it
Saved my soul and cut right through it
Yeah, still get high when I listen to it
Thank God for devil music
That damned old devil music
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