Hail To The Chief - Prophets Of Rage

Hold it!

Ugh!

Hoverin' over

Lookin' over the shoulder

Suspense, suspect

Who got next game

Hangin' us by the necks

Hold on to your purses and wallets

By George, he’s a new Wallace

Show no shame, no malice

Wondering who’s this new Alice?

Check, check, 1−2, 1−2

Alabama, Indiana

They be comin' around askin'

Who the fuck is you?

He be comin' around that mountain

How the west was one

Motherfucker didn’t even run

Yo, here he comes!

All hail to the chief

Who came in the name of a thief

To cease peace

(He be comin' around that mountain!)

And he didn’t even run (x4)

They lie, when they say we matter

Lies are a whole new chapter

Smile when you reach your master

Lookin' in the eye of the rapture

They lie when they say we matter

Some’d rather believe in a liar

Pride in the hearts of believers

While the city ignites on fire

While your life hangs in the balance

The innocent caught in the violence

Silence everybody that ain’t like us

Devising words to divide us

Fear in the heart of the millions

One percent with their billions

Savage politicians got the whole word wiped with their thinking

Six-Six-Six, Six-Six-Six!

Suspect Sick-Sick-Sick, Sick-Sick-Sick!

Suspect Six-Six-Six, Six-Six-Six!

Suspect Sick-Sick-Sick, Sick-Sick-Sick!

Here he come!

(x4)