Hands Up - Prophets Of Rage

Hands up

Hands up

Hands up

Come on!

Hands up

Hands up

Hands up

Hands up

Hands up

Hands up

Hands up

Come on!

Had enough

Had enough

What the fuck?

It’s a doubtful world

Where they embrace the lies

Hear the songs they sing

Are you hypnotized?

Can I sell you something

Let me tell you something

You see I come from nothing

And my hands are calloused

While the one percent

Stay tippin' the balance

I’m a put 'em on blast

For the present and past

Put the night stick away

Keep it off my back

What the fuck!

What the fuck!

What the fuck!

Hands up

Hands up

Hands up

Come on!

Hands up

Hands up

Hands up

Hands up

Hands up

Hands up

Hands up

Come on!

Had enough

Had enough

What the fuck?

Pass ain’t just past

World ain’t gonna last

Change itself and thrive

Will he survive

Cyber metric hat trick

Trip on a back flip

Molotov matchsticks

Are burning Calabasas

Banksta clowns

Timmy C wrapped in a shroud

Shrapnel in a sound cloud

Body armor powwow

No ifs and no whats, no whos no hows

Support for crazy horse

We need you now

Hands up

Hands up

Hands up

Had enough

Had enough

What the fuck?

Hands up

Hands up

Hands up

Come on!

Had enough

Had enough

What the fuck?