Linkin Park - Hands held high

Turn my ^Amic up louder, I got to say somethin' Lightweights steppin' a^A/G#side when we come in ^F#mFeel it in your chest, the syllables get pumping People on the street then p^F#m/Eanic and start running ^DWords on loose leaf sheet, complete coming I jump in my mind, I summon ^D/Ethe 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 s^A/Eee some fists pumping ^F#mList something, take back what's yours Say something that you know they might a^F#m/Ettack you for 'Cause I'm s^Dick of being treated like I had before Like it's stupid standing for what I'm s^D/Etanding for Like this ^Awar's really just a different brand of war Like it d^Eoesn't cater to rich and abandon poor Like they ^F#munderstand you, in the back of their jet When you ^Dcan't put gas in your tank, these fuckers Are l^Aaughing their way to the bank, and cashing their check Asking ^Eyou to have the passion and have some respect For a l^F#meader so nervous in an obvious way Stutte^Dring and mumbling for nightly news to replay And the r^Aest of the world watching at the end of the day In the ^Eliving room, laughing like, "What did he say?"

A^F#mmen A^Dmen A^Amen A^Emen A^Amen

In my l^Aiving room watching but I am not laughing 'Cause when it gets tense, I ^A/Eknow what might happen The ^F#mworld is cold, the bold men take action Have to react to get ^F#m/Eblown into fractions ^D 10 years old, it's something to see Another kid my age drugged ^D/Eunder a Jeep Taken^A and bound and found later under a tree I wonder ^Eif he had thought 'the next one could be me' Do you ^Asee the soldiers that are out today? They brush the dust from bulletproof ^A/Evests away It's ir^F#monic, at times like this you'd pray But a bomb blew the mosque up ^F#m/Eyesterday There's b^Dombs on the buses, bikes, roads Inside your market, your ^D/Eshops, and your clothes My ^Adad, he's got a lot of fear, I know But en^Eough pride inside not to let that show My ^F#mbrother had a book he would hold with pride A ^Dlittle red cover with a broken spine on the b^Aack, he hand-wrote a quote inside, "When^E the rich wage war, it's the poor who die" Mean^F#mwhile, the leader just talks away Stutte^Dring and mumbling for nightly news to replay The ^Arest of the world watching at the end of the day Both ^Escared and angry, like "What did he say?"

A^F#mmen A^Dmen A^Amen A^Emen A^Amen

With ^F#mhands held high into a ^Dsky so blue As the ^Aocean opens up to ^Eswallow you (x6)