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!