Lyrics
I raise hell every night with all my friends from town
I drive in to their house, we put on a volley gone
I raise hell every day way out here all alone
No one knows those things I do
Dancing on all of those bones
Sheep have all gone from the meadow
The sheep have all gone from the fold
Water's gone from the wallow
There's nothing left but the cold
And I raise hell every day way out here all alone
No one knows those things I do
Dancing on all of those bones
I raise hell every day way out here all alone
No one knows those things I do
Dancing on all of those