Raising Hell 250

We came from rebels shouting in the smoke and the flame People standing up together saying “we won’t play your game” No crown, no chains, no silence on our will Two hundred fifty years later... ... and we’re raising hell still It’s the roar of every voice that refused to kneel It’s the beat of every heart that learned how to feel We’re the fire that never dies, the spark that never fell A quarter‑millennium later, still raising hell Two‑fifty years of raising hell turn it up, let the freedom swell From the streets to the skies we yell we’re alive and we’re doing well Two‑fifty years of raising hell and we’re not done, can’t you tell We’re the noise they couldn’t quell two‑fifty years of raising hell It’s the laughter in the crowd and the boots on the street It’s the right to stand together and the right to take heat It’s the noise of every dream that refused to stay small A nation built by the people who said “we’ll risk it all” It’s the roar of every voice that refused to kneel It’s the beat of every heart that learned how to feel We’re the fire that never dies, the spark that never fell A quarter‑millennium later... Still raising hell! Two‑fifty years of raising hell turn it up, let the freedom swell From the streets to the skies we yell we’re alive and we’re doing well Two‑fifty years of raising hell and we’re not done, can’t you tell We’re the noise they couldn’t quell two‑fifty years of raising hell We’re the spark that keeps on burning We’re the drum that keeps on turning We’re the shout that shakes the night We’re the ones who keep the light Two‑fifty years of raising hell turn it up, let the freedom swell From the streets to the skies we yell we’re alive and we’re doing well Two‑fifty years of raising hell and we’re not done, can’t you tell We’re the noise they couldn’t quell two‑fifty years of raising hell