Hands Held High (Live)歌词

作词 : Bradford Philip Delson/Chester Charles Bennington/David Michael Farrell/Joseph Hahn/Michael Kenji Shinoda/Robert Gregory Bourdon
作曲 : Bradford Philip Delson/Chester Charles Bennington/David Michael Farrell/Joseph Hahn/Michael Kenji Shinoda/Robert Gregory Bourdon
Turn my mic up louder, I got to say something
Lightweights step it aside when we come in
Feel it in your chest, the syllables get pumping
People on the street, they panic and start running
Words on loose leaf sheet complete coming
I jump in my mind and summon the rhyme I'm dumping
Healing the blind, I promise to let the sun in
Sick of the dark ways we march to the drum and
Jump when they tell us that they wanna see jumping
F**k that, I wanna see some fists pumping
Risk something, take back what's yours
Say something that you know they might attack you for
Cause I'm sick of being treated like I have before
Like it's stupid standing for what I'm standing for
Like this war's really just a different brand of war
Like it doesn't cater to rich and abandon poor
Like they understand you in the back of the jet
When you can't put gas in your tank
These f**kers are laughing their way to the bank
And cashing the check asking you
to have compassion and have some respect
For a leader so nervous in an obvious way
Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay
And the rest of the world watching at the end of the day
In the living room, laughing like, what did he say?
You with us?
Are you with us right now?