RAW Theme ("Across The Nation" - The Union Underground)

Now get the guns, the drugs, from my generation.
I'll take the fall, the saints, across the nation.
Yeah, it's the sex, the gods, the freaks, the frauds,
They're messin' with me!

Come on! Come on! Come on!
Let's get it on.

Move to the music,
play that f***ing music,
move it to my music, yeah (Lets get it on).
Move to my music,
play that f***ing music,
live through my music, yeah.

Now get the guns, the drugs, from my generation.
I'll take the fall, the saints, across the nation.
Yeah, it's the sex, the gods, the freaks, the frauds,
They're messin' with me!

Come on! Come on! Come on!
Let's get it on.

Move to the music,
play that f***ing music,
move it to my music, yeah (Lets get it on).
Move to my music,
play that f***ing music,
live through my music, yeah.

Forget the lies the money, we're in this together.
And through it all, they said that nothing's forever.
And they refuse to see the change in me.
Why won't they wake up?!

Come on! Come on! Come on!
Let's get it on.

Move to the music,
play that f***ing music,
move it to my music, yeah (Lets get it on).
Move to my music,
play that f***ing music,
live through my music, yeah.

Move to the music,
move it to the music, yeah.
Move to the music,
live through the music, yeah.
Move to the music,
move it to the music, yeah.
Move to the music,
live through the music, yeah.

Move to the music,
play that f***ing music,
move it to my music, yeah (Lets get it on).
Move to my music,
play that f***ing music,
live through my music, yeah.

Move to the music,
play that f***ing music,
move it to my music, yeah (Lets get it on).
Move to my music,
play that f***ing music,
live through my music, yeah.

Old RAW Theme ("Thorn in your Eye")

Deport my rights!
Hurricanes in chains!
I see the donut
And tried to MacBeth!

Who’s been in the room?
It’s Friday in Spain!
Freedom in that shit
And want to refrain!

(chorus)
Too much guns and not enough sky,
What has caught the thorn in your eye?
Too much guns and not enough sky,
I lost again, but I gotta make change!
Too much guns and not enough sky,
What has caught the thorn in your eye?

You just killed a surfer!
You don’t care what’s inside!
I see my donut
Is dusted black and gray!

Your brain can follow me
As you walk by!
I reach out my hand!
Display, and watch me cry!

(chorus)

It’s my life in a box
And charred to beat!
Taking chalk in my arms
It’s the soul of me!
You want fire,
Ashes see me laying face down
The more freedom rhyme
For your alibi full time!

I’m walking on stones and glass
When I reach out my hand
I know you can’t stand
Me for what I am
Or once I add it all
Are your only things
Ain’t just without weeks!

(chorus)