Linkin Park - Hands held high

^ATurn my mic up louder, I got to say something Lightweights steppin' aside when we come in ^F#mFeel it in your chest, the syllables get pumping People on the street then panic and start running ^DWords on loose leaf sheet, complete coming I jump in my mind, I summon the rhyme I'm dumping ^AHealing the blind, I promise to let the sun in ^ESick of the dark ways we march to the drumming ^AJump when they tell us that they wanna see jumping Fuck that, I wanna see some fists pumping ^F#mList something, take back what's yours Say something that you know they might attack you for ^D'Cause I'm sick of being treated like I had before Like it's stupid standing for what I'm standing for ^ALike this war's really just a different brand of war ^ELike it doesn't cater to rich and abandon poor ^ALike they understand you, in the back of their jet When you can't put gas in your tank, these fuckers ^F#mAre laughing their way to the bank, and cashing their check Asking you to have the passion and have some respect ^DFor a leader so nervous in an obvious way Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay ^AAnd the rest of the world watching at the end of the day ^EIn the living room, laughing like, "What did he say?"

^F#mAmen ^DAmen ^AAmen ^EAmen ^AAmen

^AIn my living room watching it, I am not laughing 'Cause when it gets tense, I know what might happen ^F#mThe world is cold, the bold men take action Have to react to get blown into fractions ^DAt 10 years old, it's something to see Another kid my age drugged under a Jeep ^ATaken and bound and found later under a tree ^EI wonder if he had thought 'the next one could be me' ^ADo you see the soldiers that are out today? They brush the dust from bulletproof vests away ^F#mIt's ironic, at times like this you'd pray But a bomb blew the mosque up yesterday ^DThere's bombs on the buses, bikes, roads Inside your market, your shops, and your clothes ^AMy dad, he's got a lot of fear, I know ^EBut enough pride inside not to let that show ^AMy brother had a book he would hold with pride A little red cover with a broken spine on the back ^F#mHe hand-wrote a quote inside, "When the rich wage war, it's the poor who die" ^DMeanwhile, the leader just talks away Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay ^AThe rest of the world watching at the end of the day ^EBoth scared and angry, like "What did he say?"

^F#mAmen ^DAmen ^AAmen ^EAmen ^AAmen

With ^Dhands held high into a sky so blue As the ^Aocean opens up to ^Eswallow you (x6)