So what'cha gonna do about it? Take those horns, throw them up We like our hair down, volume up Kick like a machine gun Cold beer, stage dives Scream along all night Metal brings us to our knees Motherfucking therapy Wear it like a scarlet letter

They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God I know I'm one There is a house in New Orleans My mother was a tailor Sewed my new blue jeans My father was a gamblin' man Down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs

Cause that where them real niggas at. The royal penis is clean your highness Thank you, king shit Yeah motherfuckers! Welcome to the United States of America. Time to roll out the red carpet on y'all bitch asses. Hailing from the filthy, dirty South,

Mother and father I wanna make you proud Brothers and sisters Let me scream out loud I love you all I love it, yeah Thank you for everything I love it, yeah yeah yeah I've never been religious

Bursting with empathy, I'm feeling everything The weight of the world on my shoulders Hope my tears don't freak you out They're just kinda coming out It's the music in me and all of the colors Wish we didn't live, wish we didn't live so far from each

(Holding on for your call) It's a different kind of danger 'Cause I'm gonna be free and I'm gonna be fine And the bells are ringing out And I'm calling for my mother As I pull the pillars down And my feet are spinning around Never knew I was a dancer

They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God I know I'm one There is a house in New Orleans My mother was a tailor Sewed my new blue jeans My father was a gamblin' man Down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs

Baby wants to dance Through every long hot heavy summer And all of them, they talk of national security Over garden fences made to buff the bastard breeze Past the flat footed charterhouse boys From towns where the mothers can't stand The sight of each

That'll get me high Just a stupid motherfucker If I die, I die Yeah! Alright! I'm looking for a mother Watching it all, fading,

Another one, we on another one (Another one) Right from Decatur, it's the greater one (Decatur) I swear that my brother like my mother's son (My mother's son) Ashes to ashes, that's the dust, nigga (That's the dust, nigga) At the end of the day, all we