Can't wait to hear that song again
Those three chords feel like an old friend
Downtown girls and gasoline boys
Sometimes you want hymns, sometimes you need
Backstreet harmonies, big city melodies
Revolutionary symphonies
Play one more for me, let the music set you free
Revolutionary symphonies
I've been locked up, and I've been knocked down
Found salvation on the streets of Motown
Three minutes of desperate poetry
It's truth, it's life, it's everything