Punk rock party in a suburban home Everybody’s famous here but nobody’s known We got no music cos the speaker’s blown apart
The spirit’s moving through a seaside town I’m born again to the latest sound New wave airwaves swilling around my heart
You no longer got a hold on me, I’m out of Lucifer’s hands You no longer got a hold on me, You’re no longer in control of me, I am.
The NME is spitting from an inky page St John Divine is gonna take the stage At the talent show where your talent is your rage I’m in.
Prayers of fire on a raindog night Young men see visions beyond sound or sight The Velvets beginning to see the light Amen.
You no longer got a hold on me, I’m out of Lucifer’s hands You no longer got a hold on me, You’re no longer in control of me, I am.
Yes I can change the world Yes I can change the world
The poor breaking bread that’s made out of stone The rich man won’t eat, he’s eating, alone That’s easy But I can’t change the world In me.
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