Mama said turn that hill bear rock and roll noise down
You ain't gonna listen to that garbage in this house
So when the lights went out, I sneaked those headphones on
Sing along in my head to all those rebel songs
The stone's in the band, yeah, the drink in my hand
Yeah, but don't give a damn, yeah, you hold on to it
Highway to hell, it's stairway to heaven
Up to eleven and daddy's old view, yeah
Say my soul
Only cut right through
Thank God for devil music
I saved up on summer for a fifty dollar pawn shop * guitar
And just mama's cool enough to let us be garage band stars
We were loud, we were loud
Had all the neighbors sound
Turn it on, cut it out
Oh, but we can't play
The stone's in the band, yeah, the drink in my hand
Yeah, but don't give a damn, yeah, you hold on to it
Highway to hell, it's stairway to heaven
Up to eleven, so therapeutic
Say my soul
Only cut right through
Thank God for devil music
The stone's in the band, yeah, the drink in my hand
Yeah, but don't give a damn, yeah, you hold on to it
Highway to hell, it's stairway to heaven
Up to eleven, that's when I knew it
Say my soul
Only cut right through
Oh, but we can't play the guitar
And I still get high when I listen to
Thank God for devil music
That damned old devil music
Thank God for devil music
Thank God for devil music












Thank God for devil music