The Alarm - Rock and roll

^BI was dreaming on the seventh day across a^G#m thousand years of ^F#time ^Eand ^Bspace ^BThereAreStillSomeThingsThatMustBe spoken now that ^G#mall the ba^F#rriers^E are b^Broken ^EA star man came down on ^Bmy TV in a ^C#mtwo-tone suit and ^Esilver shoes. ^ESix strings on a ^BTwelve guitar, ^C#mall my dreams are ^Emade of stars.

And the ^F#rock and roll still ^Eburns in ^Bme. ^BIt’sAlong way back from no return and ^G#mon the way back ^F#down to the ^Eway back ^Bup ^BI metThe new wave sons still arising all the ^G#mrent books have been ^F#left ^Eunp^Baid ^EYou can find me where I’ve ^Balways been, the ^C#mfaces change but ^Enot the dream ^EEach man kills the ^Bthings he loves; I ^C#mtore it down to ^Ebuild it up.

And the ^F#rock and roll still ^Eburns in ^Bme ^BRock and roll is still not dead, there’s ^G#mstill so much ^F#more left ^Eto be ^Bsaid ^BAll the lines are in my head I’ll ^G#mleave the shaming ^F#to ^Ethe ^Bdead ^EMinisters and ^Bsuperstars are ^C#mdrinking champagne ^Ein their cars, ^Esix strings on a ^Btwelve Guitar, ^C#mall my dreams are ^Emade of stars

And the ^F#rock and roll still ^Eburns in ^Bme.