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 is moving through a seaside town

I´m born again to the latest sound
New wave, airwaves, swimming around my heart, uh huh.

You no longer got a hold on me
With lucifer´s hands
You no longer got a hold on me
You´re no longer in control of me
I am...

An enemy´s spin from an inky page
St. John Devine is going to take the stage
I can tell your talent is your rage, I´m in..

.. the player is on fire ..

You no longer got a hold on me
With lucifer´s hands

You no longer got a hold on me
You´re no longer in control of me
I am...

Woah.. yes I can change the world
Woah.. yes I can change the world
The fool breaking breaking bread is made out of stone
The rich man won´t eat he is eating alone
That´s easy
I can´t change the world in me

You no longer got a hold on me
With lucifer´s hands
You no longer got a hold on me
You´re no longer in control of me
I am...