Gotta Believe

de The Blessed Madonna

In Sunday morning (oh) in Friday night (Friday night)
Its speakers freaking, up all night (yeah, up all night)
In the warehouse, against the wall (that's where it started, up against the wall)
In a sweatbox, lost in chicago (yeah)
In the rhythm that breaks your back (feel it, haha work it)
Ain't no tomorrow, yeah no way back (yeah, you better Jack)
So just come closer, I'll hold you tight
No tomorrow, in the slight (no tomorrow, in the slight)
We're all alone now, yeah
There's no one else (no one else)
So move your body, and lose yourself (move it, lose yourself)
'Cause nothing's promised and nothing's free (nothing's promised)
In the spirit, we still believe

We still believe
We still believe
We still believe, yeah the warehouse
We still believe
In the sweatbox
We still believe
We still believe
We still believe

Let me clear my throat
All this injustice is about to make me choke
We have the right, we have the right to exist (wake up world, how long we been asleep? Too long)
This racist, fascist shit (say it, say it)
Just say you still believe, just say you still believe (say it, say it)
Yeah, you still believe in love (say it, say it)
We still believe in being ourselves (say it, say it)
It doesn't matter about your colour, your sexual identity (say it, say it)
It's just about being free, yeah (say it, say it)
'Cause we still believe

We still believe (still believe, say it, say it)
We still believe
We still believe, yeah the warehouse (still believe, say it, say it)
We still believe (still believe, say it, say it)
In the sweatbox (still believe, say it, say it)
We still believe (still believe, say it, say it)
We still believe (still believe, say it, say it)
We still believe (still believe, say it, say it)
We still believe (still believe, say it, say it)
We still believe