We walk through the streets of the city we madenThe rag-tag members of the rock brigadenCountless clubs try to beat us downnWe take that beat and we turn it aroundnnBow to the power of rock and rollnThe truth is revealed to a wicked soulnIf they come down to pull the plugnWe won’t give upnnI go back to the countrynBut the veil you wear is heavier therenSo I call to the citynTo get a liftnBut the tv-telephonenIs breaking up and I can’t see your facenAnd oh what I would sing if I knew my songnAnd oh the finest wine if I had a cupnI won’t give upnnIf it don’t come back, leave it alonenThen there it is when you get homenTake it to the club and begin the shownnBow to the power of rock and rollnThe truth is revealed to a wicked soulnIf they come down to pull the plugnWe won’t give upn