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Sports and Liz
The Judge that sent Paris Hilton back to jail. I want to buy him a drink.
"Hands Held High"Turn my mike up louder I got to say something Light weights step to the side when we come inFeel it in your chest the syllables get pumping People on the street they panic and start runningWords on loose leaf sheet complete coming I jump in my mind and summon the rhyme, I'm dumpingHealing the blind I promise to let the sun in Sick of the dark ways we march to the drum andJump when they tell us that they wanna see jumping Fuck that I wanna see some fists pumpingRisk something, take back what's yours Say something that you know they might attack you forCause I'm sick of being treated like I have before Like it's stupid standing for what I'm standing forLike this war's really just a different brand of war Like it doesn't cater the rich and abandon poorLike they understand you in the back of the jet When you can't put gas in your tankThese fuckers are laughing their way to the bank and cashing the check Asking you to have compassion and have some respectFor a leader so nervous in an obvious way Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replayAnd the rest of the world watching at the end of the day In their living room laughing like "what did he say?"[Chorus] Amen Amen Amen Amen Amen [End Chorus]In my living room watching but I am not laughing Cause when it gets tense I know what might happenWorld is cold the bold men take action Have to react or get blown into fractionsTen years old it's something to see Another kid my age drug under a jeepTaken and bound and found later under a tree I wonder if he had thought the next one could be meDo you see the soldiers they're out today They brush the dust from bullet proof vests awayIt's ironic at times like this you pray But a bomb blew the mosque up yesterdayThere's bombs in the buses, bikes, roads Inside your market, your shops, your clothesMy dad he's got a lot of fear I know But enough pride inside not to let that showMy brother had a book he would hold with pride A little red cover with a broken spineOn the back, he hand-wrote a quote inside When the rich wage war it's the poor who dieMeanwhile, the leader just talks away Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replayAnd the rest of the world watching at the end of the day both scared and angry like "what did he say?"[Chorus] Amen Amen Amen Amen AmenWith hands held high into a sky so blue As the ocean opens up to swallow youWith hands held high into a sky so blue As the ocean opens up to swallow youWith hands held high into a sky so blue As the ocean opens up to swallow youWith hands held high into a sky so blue As the ocean opens up to swallow youWith hands held high into a sky so blue As the ocean opens up to swallow youWith hands held high into a sky so blue As the ocean opens up to swallow you
I can't read.