it started on the top, the skies we're all around
two people watching clouds and miss joplin screaming loud
a spirit of old times, they listened to the sound
there must've been a time when the music was alive
every song had its' own soul, the musicians had balls
writing riffs and playing live was a pa**ion, not a job
the word had to be spread, the deed had to be done
this artificial sh** today is nothing but wrong
and now there's riots on the streets, yeah
people are fighting for the sound, yee-aah
yeah yeah yeaaaah
come get down, get loud
and show me what you're fighting for
yeah yeah yeaaah
come get down, get loud
and show me that you are alive
the word spread like a cure against modern decease
music's after all a question of abilities
and now you play down what you feel, write down lyrics from your hearts
it's always been a language, not just record sales and charts
and now there's riots in the streets, yeah
people are fighting for their tunes, yee-aah
yeah yeah yeaaah
come get down, get loud
and show me what you're fighting for
yeah yeah yeaaah
come get down, get loud
and show me that you are alive
yeah yeah yeaaah
come get down, get loud
and show me what you're fighting for
yeah yeah yeaaah
come get down, get loud
show me you're alive
yeah yeah yeaaah
come get down, get loud
and show me what you're fighting for
yeah yeah yeaaah
come get down, get loud
and show me that you are alive
yeah yeah yeaaah
come get down, get loud
and show me what you're fighting for
yeah yeah yeaaah
come get down, get loud
and show me that you are alive
yeah yeah yeaaah
come get down, get loud
show me you're alive!