| Punk rock party in a suburban home |
| Everybody’s famous here but nobody’s known |
| We got no music cos the speaker’s blown apart |
| The spirit’s moving through a seaside town |
| I’m born again to the latest sound |
| New wave airwaves swilling around my heart |
| You no longer got a hold on me |
| I’m out of Lucifer’s hands |
| You no longer got a hold on me |
| You’re no longer in control of me |
| I am |
| The NME is spitting from an inky page |
| St John Divine is gonna take the stage |
| At the talent show where your talent is your rage |
| I’m in |
| Prayers of fire on a raindog night |
| Young men see visions beyond sound or sight |
| The Velvets beginning to see the light |
| Amen |
| You no longer got a hold on me |
| I’m out of Lucifer’s hands |
| You no longer got a hold on me |
| You’re no longer in control of me |
| I am |
| Yes I can change the world |
| Yes I can change the world |
| The poor breaking bread that’s made out of stone |
| The rich man won’t eat, he’s eating, alone |
| That’s easy |
| But I can’t change the world |
| In me |
| You no longer got a hold on me |
| I’m out of Lucifer’s hands |
| You no longer got a hold on me |
| You’re no longer in control of me |
| I am |