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 it's time to go, we'll be right behind you