Frank Turner "I Still Believe"

Hear ye, hear ye, friends and romans, countrymen
Hear ye, hear ye, punks and skins and journeymen
Hear ye, hear ye, my sisters and my brethren,
Our time is coming near.
So come ye, come ye, to soulless corporate circus tops,
Come ye, come ye, to toilet circuit touring stops,
Come ye, come ye, to bedrooms, bars and bunker squats,
The sound is ringing clear

Now who’d've thought, after all,
Something as simple as rock ‘n’ roll would save us all?
Who’d've thought that after all it was rock n roll.

Hear ye, hear ye, now anybody could take this stage,
Hear ye, hear ye, and make miracles for minimum wage,
Hear ye, hear ye, our folk songs for the modern age
Will hold us in their arms
Right here, right now, Elvis brings his children home,
Right here, right now, you never have to feel alone
Right here, right now, teenage kicks and gramophones,
We hold them in our hearts.

I still believe in the saints
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 down
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 won
So just remember folks we’re not just saving lives, we’re saving souls and we’re having fun.