A voice rises and overflows in pure joy
Shake you hair so you can face the music
"Throw your hands up", you sing.
That old rocker.., is he still fighting on?

Whether your hands are in your pockets, or on
your bags, the luggage piled up, and you can`t move
There`s always gonna be crap like that,
but you don`t have to remember everything it happens

The voice of that soul, I hear it now
as it passes, moves, and directs me

Everyone`s starting to get angry,
in the stadium, temperatures get high
So you sing, throw those hands up in the air.
What does a show like that, leave people with?

Once, this rocker re-invented the age
creating chaos in a world full of enemies

These days, when the battle starts
the unseen wall blocks the way

Everyone closes their ears,
as a bunch of idiots make a racket
"Throw your hands up", you sing.
That old rocker.., is he still fighting on?

Suddenly, an old live video is released
and the start button is pressed

OK, One more time, get your blood boiling
But the gear of your feelings into overdrive
You sing, throw those hands up in the air.
Maybe, your song could reach anywhere.