artist: linkin park
album: minutes to midnight
song: hands held high
NOTE: You can play E instead of all the /chords, it might sound even better, or you can
just leave them out.
you can also play this on another guitar throughout the song to sound more like it:
e|—–5——5——5——5——5——5—| x3
b|——-5-5—-5-5—-5——5-5—-5-5—-5-|
g|——————————————–|
d|——————————————–|
a|——————————————–|
E|——————————————–|
e|—–5——5——5——7——7——7—|
b|——-5-5—-5-5—-5——5-5—-5-5—-5-|
g|——————————————–|
d|——————————————–|
a|——————————————–|
E|——————————————–|
AA/G#F#mDAEAA
turn my mic up louder, i got to say somethin’
A/G#
lightweights steppin’ aside when we come in
F#m
feel it in your chest, the syllables get pumping
F#m/E
people on the street then panic and start running
D
words on loose leaf sheet, complete coming
D/E
i jump in my mind, i summon the rhyme i’m dumping
A
healing the blind, i promise to let the sun in
E
sick of the dark ways we march to the drumming
A
jump when they tell us that they wanna see jumping
A/E
fuck that, i wanna see some fists pumping
F#m
list something, take back what’s yours
F#m/E
say something that you know they might attack you for
D
‘cause i’m sick of being treated like i had before
D/E
like it’s stupid standing for what i’m standing for
A
like this war’s really just a different brand of war
E
like it doesn’t cater to rich and abandon poor
F#m
like they understand you, in the back of their jet
D
when you can’t put gas in your tank, these fuckers
A
are laughing their way to the bank, and cashing their check
E
asking you to have the passion and have some respect
F#m
for a leader so nervous in an obvious way
D
stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay
A
and the rest of the world watching at the end of the day
E
in the living room, laughing like, “what did he say?”
F#m
amen
D
amen
A
amen
E
amen
A
amen
A
in my living room watching but i am not laughing
A/E
‘cause when it gets tense, i know what might happen
F#m
the world is cold, the bold men take action
F#m/E
have to react to get blown into fractions
D
10 years old, it’s something to see
D/E
another kid my age drugged under a jeep
A
taken and bound and found later under a tree
E
i wonder if he had thought ‘the next one could be me’
A
do you see the soldiers that are out today?
A/E
they brush the dust from bulletproof vests away
F#m
it’s ironic, at times like this you’d pray
F#m/E
but a bomb blew the mosque up yesterday
D
there’s bombs on the buses, bikes, roads
D/E
inside your market, your shops, and your clothes
A
my dad, he’s got a lot of fear, i know
E
but enough pride inside not to let that show
F#m
my brother had a book he would hold with pride
DA little red cover with a broken spine
A
on the back, he hand-wrote a quote inside,
E
“when the rich wage war, it’s the poor who die”
F#m
meanwhile, the leader just talks away
D
stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay
A
the rest of the world watching at the end of the day
E
both scared and angry, like “what did he say?”
F#m
amen
D
amen
A
amen
E
amen
A
amen
F#mD
with hands held high into a sky so blue
AE
as the ocean opens up to swallow you (x6)