| Hold it!
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| Ugh!
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| Hoverin' over
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| Lookin' over the shoulder
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| Suspense, suspect
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| Who got next game
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| Hangin' us by the necks
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| Hold on to your purses and wallets
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| By George, he’s a new Wallace
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| Show no shame, no malice
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| Wondering who’s this new Alice?
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| Check, check, 1−2, 1−2
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| Alabama, Indiana
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| They be comin' around askin'
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| Who the fuck is you?
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| He be comin' around that mountain
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| How the west was one
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| Motherfucker didn’t even run
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| Yo, here he comes!
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| All hail to the chief
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| Who came in the name of a thief
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| To cease peace
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| (He be comin' around that mountain!)
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| And he didn’t even run (x4)
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| They lie, when they say we matter
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| Lies are a whole new chapter
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| Smile when you reach your master
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| Lookin' in the eye of the rapture
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| They lie when they say we matter
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| Some’d rather believe in a liar
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| Pride in the hearts of believers
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| While the city ignites on fire
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| While your life hangs in the balance
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| The innocent caught in the violence
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| Silence everybody that ain’t like us
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| Devising words to divide us
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| Fear in the heart of the millions
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| One percent with their billions
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| Savage politicians got the whole word wiped with their thinking
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| Six-Six-Six, Six-Six-Six!
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| Suspect Sick-Sick-Sick, Sick-Sick-Sick!
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| Suspect Six-Six-Six, Six-Six-Six!
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| Suspect Sick-Sick-Sick, Sick-Sick-Sick!
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| Here he come! |
| (x4) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hail To The Chief , by - Prophets Of Rage. Song from the album Prophets Of Rage, in the genre Альтернатива