Hands Held High Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
[G][D][Em][Em]
[C][C][G][D]
[G][G]

[Verse 1]
Turn my [G]mic up louder
I got to say something
Lightweights stepping a[D]side
When we come in
[Em]Feel it in your chest
The syllables get pumping
People on the street
They panic and start running
[C]Words on loose leaf
Sheet complete coming
I jump on my mind
I summon the rhyme I'm dumping
[G]Healing the blind
I promise to let the sun in
[D]Sick of the dark ways
We march to the drumming
[G]Jump when they tell us
They want to see jumping
Fuck that, I want to [D]see some fist pumping
[Em]Risk something
Take back what's yours
Say something that you know
They might attack you for
'Cause I'm [C]sick of being treated
Like I had before
Like it's stupid standing for
What I'm standing for
Like this [G]war is really just
A different brand of war
Like it [D]doesn't cater the rich
And an abandon the poor

[Pre-chorus 1]
Like they [Em]understand you
In the back of the jet
When you [C]can't put gas in your tank
These fuckers are [G]laughing their way
To the bank and cashing their check
Asking [D]you to have compassion
and to have some respect
For a [Em]leader so nervous In an obvious way
Stutter[C]ing and mumbling
For nightly news to replay
And the [G]rest of the world
Watching at the end of the day
In the [D]living room laughing
Like what did he say?

[Chorus 1]
A[Em]men, a[C]men
A[G]men, a[D]men, a[G]men

[Verse 2]
In my [G]living room watching
But I am not laughing
'Cause when it gets tense
I [D]know what might happen
The [Em]world is cold
The bold men take action
Have to react
Or get blown into fractions
[C]Ten years old is something to see
Another kid my age drugged under a jeep
Taken [G]and bound and found later under a tree
I [D]wonder if he thought
the "next one could be me"
Do you [G]see?
The soldiers they're out today
That brush the dust
from bulletproof [D]vests away
It's i[Em]ronic
At times like this you pray
But a bomb blew the mosque up yesterday
There's [C]bombs in the buses, bikes, roads
Inside your markets, your shops, your clothes
My [G]dad, he's got a lot of fear I know
But [D]enough pride inside not to let that show

[Pre-chorus 2]
My [Em]brother had a book
he would hold with pride
A [C]little red cover with a broken spine
In the [G]back he hand wrote a quote inside
"When the [D]rich wage war,
it's the poor who die"
Mean[Em]while the leader just talks away
Stuttering [C]and mumbling
For nightly news to replay
The [G]rest of the world
Watching at the end of the day
Both [D]scared and angry
Like what did he say?

[Chorus 2]
A[Em]men, a[C]men
A[G]men, a[D]men

[Outro 1]
With [Em]hands held high
Into a [C]sky so blue
As the [G]o cean opens up
To [D]swallow you
With [Em]hands held high
Into a [C]sky so blue
As the [G]o cean opens up
To [D]swallow you
With [Em]hands held high
Into a [C]sky so blue
As the [G]o cean opens up
To [D]swallow you
With [Em]hands held high
Into a [C]sky so blue
As the [G]o cean opens up
To [D]swallow you
With [Em]hands held high
Into a [C]sky so blue
As the [G]o cean opens up
To [D]swallow you
With [Em]hands held high
Into a [C]sky so blue
As the [G]o cean opens up
To [D]swallow you