Ryan B. Richey
Hellraisers
2008
Walking on the sidewalk; walking against the grain. Everybody is in the middle of the street to not step in rain. We’re hellraisers… Raising hell!

Eating in a restaurant; paying minimum tips. Everybody just skips out without paying tips. We’re hellraisers… Raising hell!

Hellraisers, whatcha gonna do? (Gonna drink your wine and spit in your food) Have you thought about hurtin’ other people? (I don’t mind, we should all be able to exercise our rights. It’s a free country. I’ll do what I want, I do what pleases me)

Banging on the sidedoor, getting in through the kitchen. Everybody goes through the front door: That sidedoor is bitchin’! We’re hellraisers… Raising hell!

Riding on the train, legs spread real wide. Everyone just put their bag on the side, pretend to be asleep. We’re hellraisers… Raising hell!
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