Mama said turn that hill bear rock and roll noise downYou ain't gonna listen to that garbage in this houseSo when the lights went out, I sneaked those headphones onSing along in my head to all those rebel songsThe stone's in the band, yeah, the drink in my handYeah, but don't give a damn, yeah, you hold on to itHighway to hell, it's stairway to heavenUp to eleven and daddy's old view, yeahSay my soulOnly cut right throughThank God for devil musicI saved up on summer for a fifty dollar pawn shop * guitarAnd just mama's cool enough to let us be garage band starsWe were loud, we were loudHad all the neighbors soundTurn it on, cut it outOh, but we can't playThe stone's in the band, yeah, the drink in my handYeah, but don't give a damn, yeah, you hold on to itHighway to hell, it's stairway to heavenUp to eleven, so therapeuticSay my soulOnly cut right throughThank God for devil musicThe stone's in the band, yeah, the drink in my handYeah, but don't give a damn, yeah, you hold on to itHighway to hell, it's stairway to heavenUp to eleven, that's when I knew itSay my soulOnly cut right throughOh, but we can't play the guitarAnd I still get high when I listen toThank God for devil musicThat damned old devil musicThank God for devil musicThank God for devil musicThank God for devil music