Lyric

I don’t remember where I first heard it—

But my feet do, my hands do, my chest does

Winter park, old TV, blurry faces

Still hits cleaner than a brand new drug

Low-res world, high-voltage sound

We don’t need pixels—we need the ground

STOMP—STOMP—CLAP!

Yeah, everybody knows the beat!

STOMP—STOMP—CLAP!

From the classroom to the street!

We will shake the walls we’re in

We will wake the dead asleep—

STOMP—STOMP—CLAP!

SING IT LIKE IT’S ALWAYS BEEN!

Teacher turns around—suddenly a riot

Tables turn to drums, and the room goes wide

You can ban the noise, you can hate the name

But you can’t unlearn what’s inside

Call it old, call it gold, call it “too loud,”

But the whole damn planet knows it now

STOMP—STOMP—CLAP! (HEY!)

STOMP—STOMP—CLAP! (HEY!)

…still here?

STOMP—STOMP—CLAP!

Yeah, everybody knows the beat!

STOMP—STOMP—CLAP!

Even strangers move their feet!

We will rock you—no permission

No guitar needed to speak—

STOMP—STOMP—CLAP!

WE ARE THE SONG YOU CAN’T DELETE!