Praise the Lords - Lords Of Acid

School’s out, it’s time to party

We are the freaks, the town’s in danger

Joyriding in my dad’s corvette

Our style is tough, we couldn’t look stranger

Flushed with booze, it’s insane

Gatecrashing, that’s your game

Hot to trot, can’t complain

Praise the lords, misbehave

Raise your voice, make some noise

Spit it out, scream out loud

Parents gone, we own the building

Let’s call the gang, the coast is clear now

Turn the house into a rave machine

Let’s smoke the stuff my folks left here now

Rubbers on, let’s get laid

Now’s the time to celebrate

Drop those clothes, ooh I can’t wait

Praise the lords, misbehave

Raise your voice, make some noise

Spit it out, scream out loud

We don’t care about noise pollution

Cause the cops they are on our side

Blow the speakers, let the windows shake

Give the neighbours a sleepless night

Bang your head, against the wall

Jump around, smash it all

Kick some ass, have a ball

Praise the lords, misbehave

Raise your voice, make some noise

Spit it out, scream out loud