Hear ye, hear ye, friends and romans, countrymen Hear ye, hear ye, punks and skins and journeymen Hear ye, hear ye, my sisters and my brethren, Our time is coming near. So come ye, come ye, to soulless corporate circus tops, Come ye, come ye, to toilet circuit touring stops, Come ye, come ye, to bedrooms, bars and bunker squats, The sound is ringing clear
Now who’d've thought, after all, Something as simple as rock ‘n’ roll would save us all? Who’d've thought that after all it was rock n roll.
Hear ye, hear ye, now anybody could take this stage, Hear ye, hear ye, and make miracles for minimum wage, Hear ye, hear ye, our folk songs for the modern age Will hold us in their arms Right here, right now, Elvis brings his children home, Right here, right now, you never have to feel alone Right here, right now, teenage kicks and gramophones, We hold them in our hearts.
I still believe in the saints In Jerry Lee and Johnny, and all the greats I still believe in the sound That has the power to raise a temple, and tear it down I still believe in the need For guitars and drums and desperate poetry I still believe that everyone Can find a song for every time they’ve lost, and every time they’ve won So just remember folks we’re not just saving lives, we’re saving souls and we’re having fun.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
