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Brought up in the country
Walking my dog out in the field
I found a new religion
To the sound of the Walkman
Connecting with me
My first gig was in eighty one
Saw The Who live at the NEC
My ears they rang for days
And I thank my father for the fire it gave me
This is my church
These are the roots of me
This is my church
These are the roots of me
I found a world on c90s
All of the tapes my uncle made for me
Robert Johnson and Neil Young
Hendrix Kraftwerk David Bowie
David Bowie filled my head
Every album was a brand new journey
Mum and Dad played Supertramp
Van The Man Queen Floyd and Joni
This is my church
These are the roots of me
This is my church
These are the roots of me
Six years old down a Yellow Brick Road
The sofa was my piano
On a thursday night with a plastic guitar
Wanting to be Marc Bolan
I saw The Clash at De Montfort
Worshipped the ground of the punk rock style
Death Cult before Bauhaus
And the energy it blew my mind
On my wall were cuttings
Of Melody Maker and the NME
Tuning into John Peel
And The Tube on a Friday as I had my tea
This is my church
These are the roots of me
This is my church
These are the roots of me
So we headed to Brixton
Two hundred punks on a south bound train
We headed down to Brockwell Park
For the Spear and the Damned and the NMA
NMA they changed my world
With the pride and the passion and the family they gave
I bought a bass and formed a band
Ignited the fire that burns in me today
This is my church
These are the roots of me
This is my church
These are the roots of me
This is my church