Karaoke for Linkin Park - Hands Held HighLinkin Park - Hands Held High (03:55)created by anonymous
# A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Register in order to contribute under your name »» Read karaoke FAQ »» LyricsTurn my mic up louder,I got to say somethin. Light weight step it aside, when we comin. Feel it in your chest, the syllables get pumpin. People on the street, they panic and start running. Words on loose leaf, sheet complete coming. I jump on my mind, I summon the rhyme of dumping. Feeling the blind, I promise to let the sun in. Sick of the dark ways, we march to the drumming. Jump when they tell us they want to see jumping. Fuck that, I want to see some fist 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 a stupid standing for what I'm standing for. Like this war is really just a different brand of war. Like a dozen catered rich and an abandoned poor. Like they understand you in the back of the jet, When you can't put gas in your tank. These fuckers are laughing their way to the bank and cashing their check asking you to have compassion and to have some respect. For a leader so nervous in unobvious ways 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? Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen In my living room watching, But I am not laughing. 'Cause when it gets tense, I know what might happen. The world is cold, The bold men take action. Have to react, To getting blown into fractions. 10 years old is something to see, Another kid my age drugged under a G, Taking about and found later under a tree, I wonder if he thought the next one could be me. Do you see? The soldiers that are out today. That brush the dust with bulletproof vests away. It's ironic. At times like this you pray, But a bomb blew the mosque up yesterday. There's bombs in the buses, bikes, roads, inside your markets,your shops, your coves, My dad, he's got a lot of fear I know but enough pride inside not to let that show. My brother had a book he would hold with pride A little red cover with a broken spine. In the back he hand wrote a quote inside, when the rich wage war, it's the poor who die. Meanwhile, the leader just talks away Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay and the rest of the world watching at the end of the day both scared and angry like what did he say? Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen. With Hands Held High �nto a sky so blue the ocean opens up to swallow you. (x6) | ||
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