The Fun Has Arrived (OPEN)

[Cole Kessler]

It had been over a month now since Cole had been to work. More like a year it felt, but no. He'd made the occasional appearance while his leg was in a cast,but that was it. Then, his first night to be back at work, Rayne got sick and that seemed like it would never relent. Not that Cole minded it, he enjoyed the time he spent with her whether it was good or bad.

He was just happy that she'd gotten better. But even had she not, Cole would have been by her side still. Luckily, both of them were feeling better and more than ready to get back to the lives they had outside of Cole's apartment. She had gone to work early this morning, while he wasn't to come in until later in the afternoon. That was definitely something Cole didn't like. At this rate he'd never see her at home when she stayed with him.

A thought hit him as he pulled into the club's parking lot. He pulled out his phone and went to texting, "Hey, I'm at work if you want to come by when you get off. Hope to see you soon, baby. " Then, satisfied with the text, Cole hit the send button and sent the message to his girlfriend. He took the cigarette from his lips and walked into the club. He stayed low and blended for a moment, slowly making his way to Johnny's office before revealing himself to be who he was.

Johnny was almost ecstatic to him, "Cole! You crazy sonuvabitch. Where have you been?" Johnny asked him and then embraced him. Damn, I guess Johnny really did miss him.

Cole was a bit taken aback by the hug at first. He hadn't expected his boss to be so happy to see him, let alone give him a hug. Finally, Cole returned the "bro-style" hug and spoke, "Just when I thought I was gonna get back to life, Rayne got sick. She ended up with the flu and I couldn't leave her alone. She's good now though."

"Damn women always gotta bring your ass down, son? Nah, I'm playing. Go grab you a water and get ready We'll be starting you up in just a few minutes." Johnny said and patted him on the back, "Glad you're alright, kid."

"Thanks, bossman." And with the Thank you, Cole went into the back room. He took a water from the nearby mini-fridge and had a seat on the couch. He groaned in pleasure as the couch conformed to his body. He moved to lay back and relax for a moment before he began to work and sweat his ass off, "I missed this couch...." He sighed and began to focus his mind and decide what songs he was going to sing tonight.

[Corey Anderson]

"Yeah, okay," the bouncer laughed, "this ID is just so real I had to check it twice." He slammed the card into the adolescent boy's chest and motioned for him to step out of line. The entire conversation, the boy's eyes never left the ground.

"Amateur," Corey sighed as she picked her ID out from the side of her bra. She never liked to carry a purse with her. Purses get lost, or stolen. Plus cops can search purses easily. In all the raids of bars and clubs Corey's seen, she's never had a cop search her bra.

She was next in line and she handed her ID to the bouncer with a smile. It was her picture and her real name, but all the other information was fake. She had a new one printed up last month after the lamination on her old one began to tear.
"You're from Rhode Island?" he said as he raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, it's a bitch to commute home for the holidays." She met his gaze, locked and loaded, and held out her hand for her ID back. "Can I go in now, my friends are waiting."
"Uh yeah, sure," the bouncer said as he handed it back. Stepping out of the way, he allowed Corey to step through and into the club.

Scanning the room, Corey took in the crowd. An army of girls wore mini skirts hiked up too high and tops pulled down too low, paired with shoes that should be on legs wrapped around a stripper pole. She never understood how girls could go out like that; freeze their asses off in clothes bought from the kid's department, and stumble around in shoes that might as well be torture devices. Corey's club garb was different. She wore a pair of dark skinny jeans tucked into leather boots. Her top was a tie-dyed crop top, which wasn't all that more appropriate then those girl's shirts, but she'd rather show off her abs then her a-cup cleavage any day.

"Shot of Captain and a Jack and Coke, please," Corey ordered from the bartender as she slid a ten dollar bill across the counter.

[Cole Kessler]

Cole laid still for a moment. The whole time he was putting his set together in his head, the songs were laced with thoughts of Rayne. Sadly, though, if she didn't show up, Cole would definitely have problems getting out of the club after work. He wasn't going to single her out by any means, but without her here, they couldn't lock eyes from across the room. No one would see the fire that she brought him. And these songs, the girls in the club would think that Cole was talking to them.... But then again, that wasn't really knew.

He sat up and then stood from the couch. He finished the bottle of water and walked out. He tossed the bottle back over his shoulder and smile when he heard it hit the trashcan, "Per--" He waited to hear it bounce off the bottom but only heard it hit the floor, "Shit." He mumbled as he headed back out onto the main floor.

Johnny was already ecstatic for Cole to be back at the club. But when Cole approached with that look in his eyes, his boss only nodded. Cole leaned against the wall and lit a cigarette while Johnny went up on the stage and introduced him, "Ladies and gents.... It's time to welcome back one of our own." He announced, "For only the second time since his near-fatal, selfless actions in an accident: Ladies and Gentlemen, ya'know him, ya'love him: Cole Kessler!"

Cole pushed off the wall and walked up the steps of the stage like he'd never been injured or otherwise been away from the club for a while. He emerged from the shadows to whistles and cheers from the crowd, "Missed y'all too..." The greasy-headed, teenage, rock star said over the microphone. He grabbed his guitar and pulled it over his head, "What the fuck are we waiting for? It's time to Rock!"

Cole began to pull his pic over the strings of his guitar and play out a familiar tune.

Tearin' down a dirt road
Rebel flag flyin'
Coon dog in the back
Truck bed loaded down with beer
And a cold one in my lap
Earnhart sticker behind my head
And my woman by my side
Tail-pipe's poppin'
the radio's rockin' "Country Boy Can Survive"
If you got a problem with that, ha ha!
You can kiss my country ass

Well, I love Turkey calls, overalls, Wrangler jeans
Smoke nothin' but Marlboro reds
Tattoos up & down my arms,
And deer heads over my bed.
My Granddaddy fought in World War Two,
My Daddy went to Vietnam.
And I ain't scared to grab my gun,
And fight for my homeland.
If you don't love the American flag,
You can kiss my country ass.

If you're a down home, backwoods redneck,
Hey come on, stand up and raise your glass.
But if you ain't down with my outlaw crowd,
You can kiss my country ass. Aw yeah!

[Instrumental break]

Aw yeah...

Well, there's a whole lotta high-class people out there
That's lookin' down on me
Cause the country club where I belong
Is the Honky Tonk till three in the mornin'
Don't wear no fancy clothes
No ties or three piece suits.
You can find me in my camouflage cap
My t-shirt and cowboy boots
If that don't fit your social class
You can kiss my country ass

If you're a down home, backwoods redneck
Hey, come on, stand up and raise your glass
But if you ain't down with my outlaw crowd
You can kiss my country ass

Well I'm a front-porch sittin',
Guitar pickin', moonshine sippin',
Backer juice spittin' country boy from the woods
And I love fried chicken & blue gill fishin'
And outlaw women, an' I wouldn't change if I could. NO!
I ain't tryin' to start no fight, but I'll finish one every time
So you just mind your own damn business
Stay the hell outta mine.
If you got a problem with that
You can kiss my country ass

I said if you got a problem with any of that
You can kiss my natural born, Redneck to the bone
Ever-lovin' country ass.

((OOC: Do not own this song. "Kiss My Country Ass" written and performed by Blake Shelton. No copyright infringement intended))

[Corey Anderson]

Corey slammed the shot of rum down her throat when the Cole was announced to the stage. It almost made the burning liquid work it's way back up, but she swiftly chased it down with a gulp of her mixed drink.

"Cole Kessler," she mouthed to herself, recognizing the name from school. They weren't friends, or even acquaintances, but just familiar faces around the halls. She had only been a frequent flier of this club recently, obviously since Cole's last show, or else this wouldn't be such a surprise to see her classmate on stage.

"I bought you a drink," a man in his early twenties said as he slithered over to her. He placed a cup filled with pink liquid beside hers, she could guess it was a cranberry vodka.
"Shove it up your ass," she answered as she took a seat on a barstool closer to the stage. The last time she took a drink from a stranger would be the only time.

As Cole jammed out on stage, a smile couldn't help but pull onto Corey's lips. He actually wasn't bad. She was tone deaf herself, but always considered herself an avid appreciator of the musical arts, even if she couldn't play.
"Hey, Gary," she called to the bartender she knows by name at this point, "get him a rum and coke on me."
She shot Cole a smirk as he finished the song. She tilted her glass towards him in a "cheers" sort of sentiment, instead of applauding ferociously like the audience of tipsy girls peppering the dancefloor.

[Cole Kessler]

As Cole finished the song, his eyes again scanned the crowd for his girlfriend. They searched ferociously through the mobs of scantily clad women who cheered for him. He hadn't forgotten what happened the night he came back from his personal leave before the accident. The night that Miranda had started working there, even if she had quit shortly after. He attributed it to the near-death experience they'd shared when the mob of women got out of control.

That was one thing about being single and a rockstar that he didn't miss: Being pulled on and his clothes being nearly ripped off of him by a metric-fuck-ton of horny, drunk women.

Cole was zipped back into reality as he was approached by Johnny with a drink held out. Cole took the drink, "What's this for, boss?"

"Apparently someone liked your singing enough to buy you a drink, kiddo." Johnny said with a smirk and gestured to the Corey.

Cole looked over in time to see her raised glass salute and raised his in response. His lips signaled a "Thank You" and he readied himself to sing his next song.

His eyes looked across the crowd as he struck a chord and let it grind into extinction. His arms stretched out and he spoke, "This song is for everyone in this fucking bar who's ever been fucked over, ripped open, or gutted and humiliated by anyone in their life. Because....., as the songs says: We are entitled to overcome!" The roar rang true in his heart as well as all those who had been done wrong and been present this night. Without any hesitation, Cole's fingers moved over the guitar's neck ferociously and the song began.

Don’t cry victim to me
Everything we are and used to be
Is buried and gone
Now it’s my turn to speak
It’s my turn to expose and
Release what’s been killing me
I’ll be damned fighting you
It’s impossible, impossible
Say goodbye, with no sympathy

I’m entitled to overcome
Completely stunned and numb
Knock me down, throw me to the floor
There’s no pain I can feel no more
I’m entitled to overcome,
Overcome

Finally see what’s beneath
Everything I am and hope to be
Cannot be lost
I’ll be damned fighting you
You’re impossible, impossible
Say goodbye, with no sympathy

I’m entitled to overcome
Completely stunned and numb
Knock me down, throw me to the floor
There’s no pain I can feel no more
I’m entitled to overcome.

[Break]

Overcome

Overcome

You’ll never know what I was thinking before you came around
Take a step, take a breath, put your guard down
I cannot worry anymore of what you think of me
I may be crazy but I'm buried in your memory

[Solo]

I’m entitled to overcome
Completely stunned and numb
Knock me down, throw me to the floor
There’s no pain I can feel no more (to feel no more)
I’m entitled to overcome (to feel no more)
Completely stunned and numb (to feel no more)
I’m entitled to overcome
Completely stunned and numb
I’m entitled to overcome,

I may be crazy but I'm buried in your memory

[Sam Mercer]

Sam was walking down the side walk headed to the old bar and club hoping to find some old friends. He was quite happy because just earlier that day he had bought his shop and learned the second floor was an apartment. He now had a home and a soon to be company, he was on cloud nine. One of the bad things about the military was lack of diverse clothing so Sam wore his black combat boots nicely shined a pair of dark blue jeans he was able to pick up with the money he had left over, a white shirt and his military light jacket. He had his hair in it's usual style a messy spike and he had a light scruffy beard going.

As Sam walked up closer to the bar he heard the distinct sound of Coles voice along with what sounded like a metric fuck ton of drunk girls. He laughed at the thought of Cole fighting a mountain of girls off with a guitar in one hand and a cigaret in the other. Sam hurried his step he knew Cole would need some help. Sam crept in the back door to be stopped by the manager. "Hey I don't know who you are but you have to through the front like every one else." Sam smirked and turned around to face the manager. " you might not recognize me it's been a whi" Sam was cut off by a hug. "Sam! Dam boy where have you been?" the manager seemed happy to see him. Sam had never seen him like this and wondered what drugs he was taking. "I've been off at war but right now I want to surprise Cole so if you could keep it quite. Oh and find me a bass please." The manager just smiled and walked off. Sam moved over to the side of the stage just out of sight of Cole but where Sam could see him. Sam smirked, he noticed Cole seemed a little heavier. The manager walked up and handed Sam a bass guitar. Sam strapped it on and smiled, it had been too long. As Cole started his next song Sam crept out behind him and started playing. He fell right back into sync like he never stopped playing. Sam kept his eyes on Cole waiting for him to notice.

[Cole Kessler]

As Cole finished the next song he was thrown a bottle of water. Cole took a drink of it and looked over the crowd. Rayne still wasn't there? Was she still at work? Had she not even gotten his text or something? Cole was starting to worry. He knew she was safe, but hoped she'd not already gotten tired of him being around. He was just starting to get used to being able to enjoy her company without one of them being half-able to do anything.

With a sigh, Cole took another drink of water and turned top throw it to his bassist. As Cole's eyes met Sam's he froze. It was like a blast from the near distant past and Cole's full body turned. He slid the guitar to his back and walked over to his best friend. Their right hands clamped together and the embraced as only brothers could.

The crowd silenced in respect to the moment and Cole turned around. He walked over to the mic, "Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome back a soldier from the frontlines, Sam Mercer!" Cole said and the crowd erupted in applause. And Cole wasn't finished. This was a moment for a special song. One Cole dedicated to the armed forces when he sang it long ago, one the band actually dedicated themselves as well.

As Cole hit the opening chord, Jaxon, the drummer, began to sing a couple of back ground vocals before finally, he and Sam began to sing:

We walk alone
In the unknown
We live to win another victory
We are the young
Dying sons
We live to change the face of history so be afraid
It's the price we pay
The only easy day was yesterday
So hear our voice,
We have a choice,
It's time to face it

We are one
We are one
We are one
We will stand together
Number one
Number one
The chosen ones
We are one
We are one
We will fight forever
We are one and we won't die young

We are the bold
United souls
We live to win another victory
Our sacred scars
Show who we are
And tell the story of our memories

Don't be afraid
It's the price we pay
The only easy day was yesterday
So hear our voice
We have a choice
It's time to face it

We are one
We are one
We are one
We will stand together
Number one
Number one
The chosen ones
We are one
We are one
We will fight forever
We are one and we won't die young

We walk alone
In the unknown
We live to win another victory
Our sacred scars
Show who we are
It's time to face it

So be afraid
It's the price we pay
The only easy day was yesterday
So hear our voice
We have a choice
It's time to face it

We are one
We are one
We are one
We will stand together
Number one
Number one
The chosen ones
We are one
We are one
We will fight forever
We are one and we won't die young

[Rayne DiSalvo]

If there was such an award, Rayne would win for Worst Girlfriend of the Week. Work had totally killed her since she'd been back. Her boss was working her harder since she had to take off so much time before. Between Cole's accident and her getting the flu, well work was out of the question for a little longer than she'd have liked. It was nice to be back to work because she did like making money even if most of her higher tips were from old perverts who thought she was hot. She'd missed her friends at the bar and she'd missed actually being independent.

As much as she'd missed it, she still felt like a sucky girlfriend for being late to the club to see Cole. He'd sent her a message earlier telling her he hoped to see her and she hadn't even gotten a chance to answer. Strict policy of the bar was waitress' weren't allowed to have their cellphones on and definitely couldn't check them when they were on the clock. Of course, Rayne being the 'rebel' she kept her phone on silent and had checked the message, nearly getting caught by Ol' stick up his ass.

She was a good hour or so late when she'd finally left work. Luckily, she'd gone to work prepared and had changed out of her work clothes in order to fit in with the club scene better. As she fixed her skirt while she was walking up to the doors she caught the bouncer smirking. She'd become a regular at the club since she'd started dating Cole. He let her pass without hassle and she was thankful that he'd kept his mouth shut. She was in no mood for snide comments about her being late. The bouncer may have been three times her size, but she had stilettos on her side.

Just as she walked in, Rayne caught the tale end of the song and went to the bar to get a shot. Turning the glass bottoms up, she pushed her way through the crowd of drunk fangirls, not being too gentle because these bitches were getting a little too close for her personal comfort. Once she made her way to the back of the stage, she stood back and waited for Cole to notice that she was there. Taking a glance around she noticed a girl, maybe around her age smiling at Cole which only made her roll her eyes and look elsewhere. She caught sight of a new bassist, but she hadn't realized that Cole replaced the other one. Clearly she was out of the loop.

[Cole Kessler]

Cole, at first, was too busy with the song to notice Rayne trudging her way through the thralls of drunk and inebriated women that packed the club floor. But when the song ended and Cole turned around to face Sam again, he saw her standing there. The light amount of smoke in the building did nothing to deaden the glowing aura that seemed to always surround her. Cole's face lit up with happiness at the moment he locked eyes with her.

Where one moment he was worried she wouldn't be able to make it, that was all gone. The cheers and roar of the crowd demanding more drained into silence and all Cole could see, want, hear, or even hope for stood only a few feet across the stage from him. "Beautiful..." Cole whispered; unsure if she or anyone for that matter would have heard him. Whether she heard him or not, Rayne seemed to always know what was thinking before he spoke. Hopefully, she would have read his lips. He thought for certain she had.

His shirt and face steaming in a light coat of body-heat generated sweat against his skin, Cole couldn't stop himself from moving toward her. Slowly, one step at a time, one foot in front of the other, Cole swaggered over to her. He took hold of her hand and twirled her into his arms, dipped her down, and pressed his lips almost desperately against hers. He deepened the kiss and held their lips together for only a few minutes to the approval of the crowd. When their lips' hunger had been sated Cole raised them back up, "I was worried you wouldn't make it. Better late than never, baby." He said and pecked her lips again, "A few more songs and I should be done." He explained and moved back towards the microphone.

The crowd was still cheering for the kiss and Cole smiled, "Alright, dammit, knock that off. I know y'all are all fuckin' disappointed." He joked with them, "But, ladies, you're in luck." He looked back to Sam, "See, my brother here.... Well, he's just returned from war. So you can imagine how long he's been without the touch of a woman. And girls, he is single! Ow!" Cole hollered and got ready to play another song. He drug his pick across the strings of his guitar before speaking again, "This song I'm about to play, I dedicate it to this beautiful woman behind me. Rayne, baby, this one is for you." He said and began to play:

I've got some big news
The bank finally came through
And I'm holdin' the keys to a brand new Chevrolet
Have you been outside it sure is a nice night
How about a little test drive
Down by the lake

There's a place I know about where the dirt road runs out
And we can try out the four-wheel drive
Come on now what do you say
Girl, I can hardly wait to get a little mud on the tires

[Chorus]
'Cause it's a good night
To be out there soakin' up the moonlight
Stake out a little piece of shoreline
I've got the perfect place in mind
It's in the middle of nowhere only one way to get there
You got to get a little mud on the tires

Moonlight on a duck blind
Catfish on a trot line
Sun sets about nine this time of year
We can throw a blanket down
Crickets singin' in the background
And more stars than you can count on a night this clear

I tell you what we need to do is grab a sleepin' bag or two
And build us a little campfire
And then with a little luck we might just get stuck
Let's get a little mud on the tires

[Repeat Chorus]

And then with a little luck we might just get stuck
Let's get a little mud on the tires

[Sam Mercer]

Sam loved being back on stage. His fingers on the strings his voice going out into the croud, he even loved the smell of that packed club. The song Cole picked was perfect for it was the one that helped Sam get through so much while he was at war. When the song finished Sam looked at Cole but noticed Cole looking past him. Sam turned around and saw a beautiful woman and watched Cole spin her around a kiss her. Sam just rolled his eyes. Cole was always a bit over the top for Sam's taste, Sam was more for subtle sentimental shows of offection. What Cole did was anything but subtle and when he came back to the mic and told all the women Sam was single Sam got scared for a second at the uproar from the women. Great now Sam would have to fight off drunk women all night. He could of told all the women he wasnt but he knew the manager would give him a cut of the money from all the girls. Nothing makes a woman drink more than a hot guy, and Sam needed the money. Sam smirked and grabed the collar of his shirt he made a small explosion at the seam, not enough to be seen or make more than a slight pop of sound. With the seam already starting to split it was nothing for Sam to pull and rip his shirt clean off exposing his chiseled body that the military gave him. He smiled as the drunk girls screamed and rasied their hands in the air. Many of them spilled drinks and he knew that just ment more money for him. Sam smirked as Cole started the next song and he played right along, but he didn't move back to the bassist spot he stood at the front of the stage right next to Cole. At the beginning of the first chorus Sam hoped of stage and stood right in front of all the women and played till the end of the next chorus where he jumped back up on stage. He was glistening with a mix of sweat and a few splashed of spilled drinks. Sam looked at Cole and laughed when the song was done. "Just like old times. I am going to need one hell of a shower tonight." Sam laughed louder and walked over picking up his ripped shirt. He then walked over to the mic. "So which lucky lady wants to take this home tonight?" Sam lifted his shirt in the air and as the croud went crazy he tossed it into the croud and. He heard drinks being spilt he knew he was making more money. He smiled and waited for Cole to choose the next song.

[Rayne DiSalvo]

Rayne was in a sour mood already due to the fact that she now smelled like skanky drunken whores just because she was trying to make her way through them. It didn’t help that her fussy britches boss was watching her like a hawk, making sure that she would do her job well. It was completely ridiculous. Of course she couldn’t be in too much of a sour mood around Cole because first of all, he was her boyfriend. Second of all, it would bring him down and she wasn’t ready to do that. Seeing his face brighten made her smile faintly and she waved.

The crowd was roaring like mad for the band, something she expected by now. They seemed to love Cole. She was glad that she was used to the club being so noisy otherwise she’d have gotten a migraine. She noticed that Cole’s eyes were still locked on her for some crazy reason and all she could do was smile at him. When he mouthed the one simple word, she beamed and couldn’t help but blush. He always had a way of making her feel better even when she was in the crappiest of moods.

Once he began walking towards her she raised an eyebrow and her smile turned to a smirk. Well that was one way to show the drunken sluts that he was taken. Rayne was a little caught off guard when he took her hand and spun her. She was glad for the kiss of course, but stage fright was getting to her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back with a little less force because she was too aware of the crowd watching. When he raised her back up she looked at him and scrunched her nose, “My boss was being a total jerk, I’m sorry.” She giggled when he released her and made her way, quickly back to the backstage, glancing once more at the new bassist.

She’d clearly never seen him, nor met him, but he seemed a lot like Cole. Maybe not one for the theatrics, but still very similar. Rayne smiled at the dedication and folded her arms across her chest, watching him with adoration. After the song ended she watched the two boys, both just as wild and shook her head. This guy was really playing into the whole ‘single’ thing. Rayne wasn’t all that impressed by him, but she also wasn’t drunk or desperate. Obviously he wasn’t looking for a smart girl or he wouldn’t be flaunting around so much. Part of her wondered if Cole had been like that before they started dating.

[Cole Kessler]

"I thought I smelled something afoul." Cole laughed as Sam spoke. "Besides, it wouldn't be right if we up here singing and dancing along to Glee songs." Cole feigned a gag and smirked again. He looked back over his shoulder and could see Rayne had moved off to the backstage area. Cole could still see her silhouette and for him that would be enough. At least it would be until the show was over and they all went home.

"Hey, Sam!" Cole hollered over the masses that attempted to drown him out, "Think they're ready for the best damn ride of their lives?" Cole said as he hit the opening notes to an all too familiar song that he and Sam had rocked out to before. Turning his attention back to the crowd Cole spoke again, his fingers dancing along the strings. "Y'all feel that?" He paused, "You better hold on....." He glanced at Sam, "Cause this one's about to get bumpy."

Hahahahahahaha...

She's a ten, hellbent, I'm in heaven tonight
Six speed sex scene playin' out in my mind
One look, I'm hooked, motor runnin'
Rev'd up, my heart startin' pumpin'
Are you ready for the best damn ride of your life?

Gimme a "hell"
Gimme a "yeah"
Stand up right now
And gimme a "hell"
Gimme a "yeah"
Stand up right now
Get ready to go
She ain't movin' slow
She's takin' control
Pushin' the pedal to the floor
I'm beggin' for more
You better hold on tight

Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey

Got a taste, can't be saved, I'm a junkie for life
She fuels my fire and adrenaline high
My need for speed's got me gunnin'
One touch, she screams "keep it comin'"
Are you ready for the best damn ride of your life?

Gimme a "hell"
Gimme a "yeah"
Stand up right now
And gimme a "hell"
Gimme a "yeah"
Stand up right now
Get ready to go
She ain't movin' slow
She's takin' control
Pushin' the pedal to the floor
I'm beggin' for more
You better hold on tight

Hahahahahahaha...
Almost home
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey (come on)
Hey, hey, hey, hey (yeahhh)

Gimme a "hell"
Gimme a "yeah" (hell yeah)
Stand up right now
And gimme a "hell"
Gimme a "yeah"
Stand up right now (right now)
Gimme a "hell"
Gimme a "yeah" (yeah)
Stand up right now
And gimme a "hell" (hell)
Gimme a "yeah" (yeah)
Stand up right now (right now)
Get ready to go
She ain't movin' slow
She's takin' control
And pushin' the pedal to the floor
I'm beggin' for more
You better hold on tight

Gimme a "hell"
Gimme a "yeah"
And gimme a "hell"
Gimme a "yeah"
Hell

Hey, hey, hey, hey [x4]