| Song | I Raise Hell |
| Artist | Squirrel Nut Zippers |
| Album | Sold Out |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Jones | |
| I raise hell | |
| Every night with all my friends from town | |
| I drive in | |
| To their house, we put on our volley gowns | |
| And 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 forest | |
| Wasps are gone from the wallow | |
| Theres 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 | |
| Bones |
| zuo ci : Jones | |
| I raise hell | |
| Every night with all my friends from town | |
| I drive in | |
| To their house, we put on our volley gowns | |
| And 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 forest | |
| Wasps are gone from the wallow | |
| Theres 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 | |
| Bones |
| zuò cí : Jones | |
| I raise hell | |
| Every night with all my friends from town | |
| I drive in | |
| To their house, we put on our volley gowns | |
| And 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 forest | |
| Wasps are gone from the wallow | |
| Theres 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 | |
| Bones |