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