Raise a Little Hell, By Trooper, Quidditch Cheer
Raise
a little Hell, raise a little Hell, raise a little Hell
Raise a
little Hell, raise a little Hell, raise a little Hell
Raise a
little Hell, raise a little Hell, raise a little Hell
Chasers flying down the pitch,
Snitch is no where to be seen,
Bludgers flying this way and that,
If
you don't like
What you got
Why don't you change it
If
your world is all screwed up
Rearrange it
Goal posts are feet away,
Fingers in reach of the snitch,
Quaffle being batted out of the way,
Raise
a little Hell ...
If you don't like what you see
Why don't
you fight it
If you know there's something wrong
Why don't
you right it
Bring on the Chasers, Baby
Bring on the Beaters
Bring on the Snitch
Raise a little Hell ...
In the end it comes down to your thinking
And there's really nobody to blame
When it feels like your
ship is sinking
And you're too tired to play the game
Quaffle flys out of your hands,
Snitch is hopelessly lost
Bludger whams you in the side
Nobody's
going to help you
You've just got to stand up alone
And dig
in your heels
And see how it feels
To raise a little Hell of
your own
Bite back the tears
Ignore the pain
Come on, Bring it again!
Raise a little Hell ...
If you don't like
What you got
Why
don't you change it
If your world is all screwed up
Rearrange
it
Raise a little Hell ...