paroles de chanson Devil Music - Larry Fleet

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

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

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