Let There Be Raw

I’m nobody singing to nobody, so no one hears the things

I say

I’ve seen what it means to be somebody and I’d much

rather fade away

We’ve been obstinate all along, we haven’t given an inch

And when someone asks what it sounds like when you die

I’ll tell them it sounds just like this

Raw... Raw... Raw... Raw...

Raw... Raw... Raw... Raw...

Oh... yeah

Take what it is you think you know and trample it under

your heels

No compromise, no fear of death, this is how freedom

feels

Music is dead and you pretend it’s alive, but we aren’t

living a lie

This is what it sounds like to embrace the truth

This is what it sounds like when you die

Raw... Raw... Raw... Raw...

Raw... Raw... Raw... Raw...

Oh...

Raw rock. Raw rock. Raw rock. Raw rock.

Raw rock. Raw rock. Raw rock. Raw rock.

Raw rock. Raw rock. Raw rock. Raw rock.

Raw rock. Raw rock. Raw rock. Raw rock.