We want a band that plays loud and hard every night
That doesn't care how many people are counted at the door
That would travel one million miles and ask for nothing more
Than a plate of food and a place to rest

They'd strike chords that cut like a knife
It would mean so much more than t-shirts or a ticket stub
They'd stop at nothing short of a massacre
And everyone would leave with the memory
That there was no place else in the world
And this was where they always belonged

(Whoa, whoa...)

We would dance like no one was watching
With one fist in the air
Our arena just basements and bookstores across an underground America
With this fire we could light
With this fire we could, 2, 3, 4

Just gimme a scene where the music is free
And the beer is not the life of the party
There's no need to shit talk or impress
'Cause honesty and emotion are not looked down upon

And every promise that's made and bragged
Is meant if not kept
We'd do it all because we have to, not because we know why
Beyond a gender, race, and class, we could find what really holds us back

(Whoa, whoa...)

Let's make everybody sing
That they are the beginning and ending of everything
And we all are stronger
Than everything they taught us that we should fear