There are poems about the tires that keep us rolling on
poems about the sins we use to sow
And the song about the darkness on the edge of town
was also ’bout the darkness in my soul

My heroes came from Ireland, the States and the UK
From Australia and even from Cologne
And when I changed my first guitar from nylon into steel
It was feeling just like coming home
And finally I wrote my first song

That’s the way it started like an ancient melody
it was born in the moment before you woke up from your sleep 
Like the rebel of a child, the dead become alive 
you turn into what you always wanted to be

That’s the way it started, that’s when it all began
for all the broken-hearted, the lonely and the lame
the bats in the belfry awaking to the jam
that’s the way it started to become a Rock’n’Roll band

A monster of an amp, a guitar from a vamp
and a maniac seller makes you buy
The rhythm and the drums become your best friends
and you know that they will never tell you lies

There is a time when all losers become winners in this world 
and winners either join the club or die
A time to give your plan of life appraisal and esteem
no more doubting for a while

That’s the way it started like an ancient melody
it was born in the moment before you woke up from your sleep 
Like the rebel of a child, the dead become alive 
you turn into what you always wanted to be

That’s the way it started, that’s when it all began
for all the broken-hearted, the lonely and the lame
the bats in the belfry awaking to the jam
that’s the way it started to become a Rock’n’Roll band

There is unfulfilled love, thousand open wounds
there is blood that seems to never quit spilling 
And all the past lovers who have been drifting away with grace
scratch the surface of your lyric sea

And all your tiny wishes you ever wanted to chase
they condensate in a raspy tune
absorbing all your memories like a black hole in space
burning them down to the naked truth
burning them down to your truth

That’s the way it started like an ancient melody
it was born in the moment before you woke up from your sleep 
Like the rebel of a child, the dead become alive 
you turn into what you always wanted to be

That’s the way it started, that’s when it all began
for all the broken-hearted, the lonely and the lame
the bats in the belfry awaking to the jam
that’s the way it started to become a Rock’n’Roll band