paroles de chanson Hellraisers in Heaven - The Lacs feat. Murphy Elmore

I hear when you get there
You get to see what you did down here
And if that's true, I'll tell ya
It's gonna be a hell of a highlight reel

Full of Friday nights and fast cars
Or empty bottles and broken hearts
And a few "I'd do it again" scars
Yeah, my boys, they always had my back

We were drivin' like we stole it, rollin' up six deep
Cooler full of cold beer ridin' in a back seat
Tail lights gathered 'round a bonfire glow
If Mama only knew what Mama didn't know

We were Saturday night ten-foot tall bulletproof
Sunday mornin' hungover hidin' in a back pew
Asking for forgiveness and redemption
And prayin' God lets hellraisers in Heaven

I hope they let some Lac boys in, yeah
It's true we're just a beer drinkin' rebellin' devils
I guess all the shedding tears times spent with the Reverend
It didn't mean too much to me way back then
'Cause all I wanted to do was sip some Jack with my friends

Livin' life in the fast lane, hungover Sunday
I'm hopin' that the highway to Hell is not a one way
If I pick a path, it's gonna always be the fun way
I was kinda hopin' I could kick it with you someday

Sometimes I just kick on back and just laugh on how we used to be
Raising hell, life's complete, being good refuse to be
'Em hellish and rebellious ways, all I ever do is dream
Normal high school kid routines really wouldn't do for me

All I can say is we had one hell of a ride
We're just some good ole boys that had one hell of a time
We didn't always keep it straight, sometimes we'd bail out of line
Standing out at Heaven's gate, I hope they let me inside

Yeah, we were drivin' like we stole it, rollin' up six deep
Cooler full of cold beer ridin' in a back seat
Tail lights gathered 'round a bonfire glow
If Mama only knew what Mama didn't know

We were Saturday night ten-foot tall bulletproof
Sunday mornin' hungover hidin' in a back pew
Asking for forgiveness and redemption
And prayin' God lets hellraisers in Heaven

Ain't no doubt, man, we lit this town up
'Cause all them stories, they're still all about us
Some labels you can't outrun
We can't live it down, but we sure lived it up

We were drivin' like we stole it, rollin' up six deep
Cooler full of cold beer ridin' in a back seat
Tail lights gathered 'round a bonfire glow
If Mama only knew what Mama didn't know

We were Saturday night ten-foot tall bulletproof
Sunday mornin' hungover hidin' in a back pew
Asking for forgiveness and redemption
And thankin' God He lets hellraisers in Heaven

Hellraisers in Heaven, mmm