Hear ye, hear ye
Friends and Romans, countrymen
Hear ye, hear ye
Punks and skins and journeymenHear ye, hear ye
My sisters and my brethren
Our time is coming nearCome ye, come ye
To soulless corporate circus tops
Come ye, come ye
To toilet circuit touring stopsCome ye, come ye
To bedrooms, bars and bunker squats
The sound is ringing clearAnd who'd've thought that after all
Something as simple
As rock 'n' roll would save us all?
Who'd've thought that after all
It was rock n rollHear ye, hear ye
Now anyone can take the stage
Hear ye, hear ye
And make miracles for minimum wageHear ye, hear ye
These folk songs for the modern age
Will hold us in their armsRight here, right now
Elvis brings his children home
Right here, right now
You never have to feel aloneRight here, right now
Teenage kicks and gramophones
We hold them in our heartsNow who'd've thought that after all
Something as simple
As rock 'n' roll would save us all?
Who'd've thought that after all
It was rock n rollAnd I still believe in the saints
Yeah, 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 downAnd 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 wonSo just remember, folks
We're not just saving lives
We're saving souls
And we're having funAnd I still believe
Now who'd've thought that after all
Something as simple
As rock 'n' roll would save us all?
Now who'd've thought, after all
Something so simple, something so smallWho'd've thought that after all
It's rock n roll
Songwriters
TURNER, FRANCIS EDWARDPublished by
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group