Nic Allen & the Troubled Minds - Raisin' Hell

Well Mama she's a good ole Southern Baptist
Raisin' me to be a man of the masses
But I've been leavin' home and carryin' on
Drink 'til I drop
Snow to keep goin'
I reached the end of my rope this morning
So I guess that I'll keep goin'
And oh, I've been told
It'll bite me in the end
This hard way of livin' ain't cut out for a family man
But the beer is cold and the whisky's strong
So I guess I'll keep drinkin'
No I can't get to Heaven
I like raisin' Hell instead
Well the preacher told me I lost my mind
But in the meantime he's been gettin' by
Stealin' pills from the dyin' ladies he's savin'
Well if it's fine by him then let me be
I ain't harmin' no other soul but me
I just hope that I make it home this time
And oh, I've been told
It'll bite me in the end
This hard way of livin' ain't cut out for a family man
But the beer is cold and the whisky's strong
So I guess I'll keep drinkin'
No I can't get to Heaven
I like raisin' Hell instead
(Come on, Noah!)
And oh, I've been told
It'll bite me in the end
This hard way of livin' ain't cut out for a family man
But the beer is cold and the whisky's strong
So I guess I'll keep drinkin'
No I can't get to Heaven
I like raisin' Hell instead
No I can't get to Heaven
I like raisin' Hell instead
No I can't get to Heaven
I like raisin' Hell instead

Written by:
Nicholas Allen

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