Vārdi: Jars Of Clay. The Eleventh Hour. Revolution.

Peace takes a taxi to the underground
I want to love the world but I don't know how
I blame it on the DJ playin' all the fast songs
Ain't spinnin' anything that I can sing along

So if you know the words, try to sing along
And when you get the beat, grab a hammer, bang a gong
'Cause you don't got to fight or make yourself belong
To be a revolution, yeah, to be a revolution, yeah

If you wanna learn to play the rock guitar
Throw down your guns, you're gonna be a star
You got to begin with who you know you are
To be a revolution, yeah

'Cause the time is right to cross that line
To let love find a way

If you know the words, try to sing along
When you get the beat, grab a hammer, bang a gong
'Cause you don't got to fight or make yourself belong
To be a revolution, alright, to be a revolution, alright, yeah

Alright

So if you know the words, try to sing along
And when you get the beat, grab your hammer, bang a gong
'Cause you don't got to fight or make yourself belong
To be a revolution, alright, yeah

And if you know the words, try to sing along
And when you get the beat, grab a hammer, bang a gong
'Cause you don't got to fight or make yourself belong
To be a revolution, alright, yeah

So if you know the words, try to sing along
And when you get the beat, grab your hammer, bang a gong
'Cause you don't got to fight or make yourself belong
And be a revolution, yeah, yeah, revolution, yeah

Alright, revolution
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Alright, na na na na na na na na na
Alright, na na na na na na na na na
Alright