Mike: So, on this next song, we need your help, okay? (cheering) You, guys, are been a great help so far... You know it’s funny, I’m sorry, I just realize. We were just in a… a couple days ago we were in… in New York. And this (whistling) in New York means “Get off the stage!”, but here (in not so big cities) are some (other kind of) people, and this means “You, guys, are killing it!” (laughs). (Crowd cheering) So this means we’re having a good time, yes? (Cheering) Just some of you, guys, some of you, guys, are doesn’t. For those of you, who doesn’t, then, you know, go get a drink or leave or something… (Cheering, then silence) …All right, I don’t see anybody leaving… You, guys, help my sound with this...
Turn my mic up louder, I got to say something Lightweights steppin' aside when we come in Feel it in your chest, the syllables get pumping People on the street then panic and start running Words on loose leaf sheet, complete coming I jump in my mind, I summon the rhyme I'm dumping Healing the blind, I promise to let the sun in Sick of the dark ways we march to the drumming Jump when they tell us that they wanna see jumping Fuck that, I wanna see some fists pumping List 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 had before Like it's stupid standing for what I'm standing 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 their 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 the passion and have some respect For a leader so nervous in an obvious way 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?'
Chester: Amen (5x)
Mike: You, guys, help, some good voices can better
In my living room watching it, 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 or get blown into fractions At 10 years old, it's something 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? They brush the dust from bulletproof vests away It's ironic, at times like this you'd pray But a bomb blew the mosque up yesterday There's bombs on the buses, bikes, roads Inside your market, your shops, and 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 Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay The rest of the world watching at the end of the day Both scared and angry, like 'What did he say?'
Chester: Amen (5х)
Both Chester and Mike: With hands held high into the skies so blue The ocean opens up to swallow you (6x)