I don't know if you can see it, but I'm going to show you how to do it.
I'm going to show you how to do it.
I'm going to show you how to do it.
I'm going to show you how to do it.
I'm going to show you how to do it.
I'm going to show you how to do it.
I'm going to show you how to do it.
I'm going to show you how to do it.
I'm going to show you how to do it.
I'm going to show you how to do it.
I'm going to show you how to do it.
I'm going to show you how to do it.
We're taking this place to the ground
In the heat of the night
With your fists to the right
For it's not not supposed to steal
If your body's on fire
About to expire
We go to the threshold of pain
Put your hands back
Hold your hands high
Shake your body
Let the soul out
And you're throwing up
Through your head
To the death of yourself
Death of yourself
On the wings of an eagle
You're hoping to fly
Holding your hands to the sky
On a pussy of denim
Standing to stand
With your banners and scars all on high
If your facts are in order
Come down to the front
Don't you dare do as they say
We're not playing with thousands
Surrounded by lights
We're taking this place to the ground
Put your hands back
Hold your hands high
Shake your body
Let the soul out
And you're throwing up
Through your head
To the death of yourself
Death of yourself
Got your hands back
Turn around
Throw your hands up


Bring it on
Throw your hands back
Turn around
Give your hands back
Through these caused by time


To the dust
On your hands back, on your hands high, shake your body, body, body
Heaven's too loud, and you're right up to your head
With happy men under, happy men under
If you're taking a flight at the speed of light, if you're shaking your head to the fans
If you're daring your heart, but you're not on the board, we're taking this place to the ground
In the heat of the night, with your fists to the light, forged on ambushes steel
If your body's on fire, about to expire, we go through this edge of a pain
On your hands back, on your hands high, shake your body, body, body
Heaven's too loud, and you're right up to your head
With happy men under, happy men under
On the wings of an eagle, you're hoping to fly, holding hands to the sky
In a blue sea of denim, chanting the band with your banners and scarves that won't hide
If you're bent on it, boy, then come down to the front, don't sit there and do as they say
We're an army of clouds, we're surrounded by lights, nobody's standing our way
On your hands back, on your hands high, shake your body, body, body
Heaven's too loud, and you're right up to your head
With happy men under
Happy men under
Happy men under
Happy men under