We stayed up all night long Made our drinks too strong Feeling ten feet tall Ropes swinging into the water In the middle of the night Like oh oh oh oh oh Breaking our boots in Stompin' on the ground we grew up on Yeah, we were raised on it (Raised on it)

Take me downtown barney lock me up Read me my rights put me in cuffs And I’ll do my time raise my right hand And I’ll tell the judge I’ll do that shit again Somebody better call the law We done took it outside we’re about to brawl Ol’ boy done put his

Crosses to burn Axes to fall And down on your knees you just don't look so tall And down on your knees you just don't look so tall Down, let's take it down Raise up the heads on a stake We will show no mercy On evolution's mistake Change, will have to

We stayed up all night long Made our drinks too strong Feeling ten feet tall Ropes swinging into the water In the middle of the night Like oh oh oh oh oh Breaking our boots in Stompin' on the ground we grew up on Yeah, we were raised on it (Raised on it)

Me and my gang Jump on that train It's a brother and a sister kind of thing We live to ride, we ride to live Grab hold of them reins We're gonna rock this thing Cock this thing Raise up your hands if you all wanna hang with Yeah, me and my gang

The Rites of Man Let me hear the band Play the Rites of Man Come on and lift my head Lead me to the door Oh make me understand Raise me off the floor Come on and pick me up Found my coat

And how long will we fall for this? We storm the gates Raise the flags Just the same old story We seize the throne, subjugate We should have burned it to the ground Some might say we've lost our way But I believe we've not gone far enough

At sunrise we'll all dance the hempen jig So raise up your pint of rum and take another swig The curse of Captain Morgan has led us to this fate So have no fear, and don't look back, the afterlife awaits Now as we stand before the gallows Waiting for the

In comes the flood Wake up America (America, America, I shed these words for thee) All hail Praises be to thee Oh ye paper deity As we hail our sacred cow To the bankers we will bow Endless profit from their wars Making slaves of all the poor

Does summer exist in its praises? It's just sing, sing, sing all day The summer lives here where this place is Come on up here, we've got something to show you Wanna show you everything we know Wanna show you we've been banished before you Wanna show you