Punk rock party in a suburban home Everybody’s famous here but nobody’s known We got no music ‘cause the speaker’s blown Apart The spirit’s moving through a seaside town I’m born again to the latest sound New wave airwaves swirling 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 the Divine is gonna take the stage Like a 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