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Well, I got a church on the edge of town,
Where the neon angels never come down,
I got a preacher with a silver tongue,
And a pocket full of tricks for everyone.
Come on in, brother, take your seat,
I’ve got a little fear to make life sweet,
I’ll sell you trouble, I’ll sell you blame,
Then I’ll sell you someone else to name.
Hey! Hey! — Can you hear that sound?
Poisoned minds going round and round!
Hey! Hey! — Let the good times roll,
Don’t let the devil buy your soul!
I got a television ten feet tall,
Telling everybody who’s gonna fall,
I got a headline screaming in red,
Putting crazy little nightmares in your head.
I’ll turn your neighbour into your foe,
Tell you where to stand and where not to go,
I’ll paint the world in black and white,
Then keep you dancing all through the night.
Hey! Hey! — Can you hear that sound?
Poisoned minds going round and round!
Hey! Hey! — Let the good times roll,
Don’t let the devil buy your soul!
But then came a rhythm from down the street,
With a wild young heartbeat and a four-four beat,
And the kids started singing, the walls came down,
And love put a new kind of light on the town.
Oh, I didn’t like that — no, not at all,
When strangers started dancing in the hall,
When music made the lonely feel free,
And everybody started to believe.
So I changed my words and I changed my tune,
Put a little darkness underneath the moon,
I dressed up hatred in a velvet suit,
And gave confusion a shiny pair of boots.
Hey! Hey! — Can you hear that sound?
Poisoned minds going round and round!
Hey! Hey! — Let the good times roll,
Don’t let the devil buy your soul!
But there’s something funny that I never knew,
There’s a little bit of light inside of you,
And when you get together, hand in hand,
There’s a kind of magic I don’t understand.
You can question the story, you can open your eyes,
You can see through the smoke and the pretty disguise,
You can laugh at the fear, you can dance through the night,
You can tell the old devil, “Get out of my sight!”
So turn up the music and tear down the wall,
Let love be the answer when the darkness calls,
For the church may be crooked and the preacher may lie,
But the human spirit was born to fly.
Hey! Hey! — Can you hear that sound?
Poisoned minds going round and round!
Hey! Hey! — Let the good times roll,
Don’t let the devil buy your soul!
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