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Hear ye, hear ye |
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Friends and Romans, countrymen |
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Hear ye, hear ye |
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Punks and skins and journeymen |
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Hear ye, hear ye |
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My sisters and my brethren |
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Our time is coming near |
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Come ye, come ye |
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To soulless corporate circus tops |
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Come ye, come ye |
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To toilet circuit touring stops |
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Come ye, come ye |
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To bedrooms, bars and bunker squats |
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The sound is ringing clear |
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And who'd've thought that after all |
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Something as simple |
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As rock 'n' roll would save us all? |
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Who'd've thought that after all |
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It was rock n roll |
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Hear ye, hear ye |
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Now anyone can take the stage |
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Hear ye, hear ye |
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And make miracles for minimum wage |
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Hear ye, hear ye |
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These folk songs for the modern age |
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Will hold us in their arms |
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Right here, right now |
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Elvis brings his children home |
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Right here, right now |
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You never have to feel alone |
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Right here, right now |
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Teenage kicks and gramophones |
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We hold them in our hearts |
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Now who'd've thought that after all |
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Something as simple |
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As rock 'n' roll would save us all? |
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Who'd've thought that after all |
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It was rock n roll |
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And I still believe in the saints |
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Yeah, in Jerry Lee |
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And Johnny and all the greats |
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I still believe in the sound |
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That has the power |
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To raise a temple and tear it down |
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And I still believe in the need |
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For guitars and drums and desperate poetry |
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I still believe that everyone |
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Can find a song for every time they've lost |
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And every time they've won |
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So just remember, folks |
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We're not just saving lives |
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We're saving souls |
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And we're having fun |
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And I still believe |
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Now who'd've thought that after all |
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Something as simple |
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As rock 'n' roll would save us all? |
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Now who'd've thought, after all |
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Something so simple, something so small |
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Who'd've thought that after all |
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It's rock n roll |
