No reason to feel that way

But closed minds won't always change their ways

No hard feellings, but this I must say

Start a fire, and we'll make it pay



We're gonna follow you

Follow you up

We're gonna be there too



Another critic, the oldest profession

One more "expert", an endless procession

No hard feelings, but this you must know

You need a lesson in rock and roll



Judge not, lest you be judged yourself

Curse not, you may be cursed as well

If the music doesn't move you, then leave it alone

You'll understand when we all get home

And when you stand before the Father's throne

Robed in glory, you won't be alone

Rock and roll is just a job we do

When its time to go, we'll be right behind you