Hands Held High - Live from Osaka, 2007

We need to hear you sing
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 Turn my mic up louder, I got to say somethin'
 Lightweight step it aside when we comin'
 Feel it in your chest, the syllables get pumpin'
 People on the street, they panic and start runnin'
 Words on loose leaf sheet complete comin'
 I jump on my mind, I summon the rhyme I'm dumpin'
 Healin' the blind, I promise to let the sun in
 Sick of the dark ways, we march to the drummin'
 Jump when they tell us they want to see jumpin'
 Fuck that! I want to see some fists pumpin'
 Risk somethin', take back what's yours
 Say somethin' that you know they might attack you for
 'Cause I'm sick of bein' treated like I have before
 Like I'm stupid standin' for what I'm standin' 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 fuckers are laughin' their way to the bank and cashin' the check
 Askin' you to have compassion and have some respect
 For a leader so nervous in an obvious way
 Stutterin' and mumblin' for nightly news to replay
 And the rest of the world watchin' at the end of the day
 In their livin' room laughin' like, "What did he say?"
 Amen, amen
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 Amen, amen
 Amen
 In my livin' room watchin but I am not laughin'
 'Cause when it gets tense, I know what might happen
 The world is cold, the bold men take action
 Have to react to get blown into fractions
 Ten years old is somethin' to see
 Another kid my age drugged under a jeep
 Taken and bound and found later under a tree
 I wonder if he had thought, "The next one could be me"
 Do you see the soldiers that are out today
 That brush the dust from 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 market, your shops, your clothes
 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
 On 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
 Stutterin' and mumblin' for nightly news to replay
 And the rest of the world watchin' at the end of the day
 Both scared and angry like, "What did he say?"
 Amen, amen
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 Amen, amen
 With hands held high into a sky so blue (amen)
 As the ocean opens up to swallow you (amen)
 With hands held high into a sky so blue (amen)
 As the ocean opens up to swallow you
 With hands held high into a sky so blue
 As the ocean opens up to swallow you
 With hands held high into a sky so blue
 As the ocean opens up to swallow you
 With hands held high into a sky so blue
 As the ocean opens up to swallow you
 With hands held high into a sky so blue
 As the ocean opens up to swallow you