We walk through the streets of the city we made
The rag-tag members of the rock brigade
Countless clubs try to beat us down
We take that beat and we turn it around

Bow to the power of rock and roll
The truth is revealed to a wicked soul
If they come down to pull the plug
We won't give up

I go back to the country
But the veil you wear is heavier there
So I call to the city
To get a lift
But the tv-telephone
Is breaking up and I can't see your face
And oh what I would sing if I knew my song
And oh the finest wine if I had a cup
I won't give up

If it don't come back, leave it alone
Then there it is when you get home
Take it to the club and begin the show

Bow to the power of rock and roll
The truth is revealed to a wicked soul
If they come down to pull the plug
We won't give up