Linkin Park - Hands Held High: Guitar Chords

         A
Turn my mic up louder, I got to say somethin'
                       E/G#
Lightweights steppin' aside when we come in
F#m
Feel it in your chest, the syllables get pumping
                           C#/E
People on the street then panic and start running
 D
Words on loose leaf sheet, complete coming
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

Jump when they tell us that they wanna see jumping
Fuck that, I wanna see some fists pumping
Risk something, take back what's yours
Say something that you know they might attack you for
'Cause I'm sick of being treated like I have before
Like it's stupid standing for what I'm standing for
Like this war's really just a different brand of war
Like it doesn't cater to rich and abandon poor

Like they understand you in the back of the jet
When you can't put gas in your tank
These fuckers are laughing their way to the bank and cashing the check
Asking you to have compassion and have some respect
For a leader so nervous in an obvious way
Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay
And the rest of the world watching at the end of the day
In the living room laughing, like, "What did he say?"

Chorus:
 F#m
amen
  D
amen
  A
amen
  E
amen
  A
amen

In my living room watching, but I am not laughing
'Cause when it gets tense, I know what might happen
The world is cold, the bold men take action
Have to react or get blown into fractions
Ten years old, something to see
Another kid my age drugged under a Jeep
Taken and bound and found later under a tree
I wonder if he had thought the next one could be me

Do you see the soldiers that are out, today?
They brush the dust from bulletproof vests away
It's ironic, at times like this you'd pray
But a bomb blew the mosque up, yesterday
There's bombs on the buses, bikes, roads
Inside your market, your shops, your clothes
My dad, he's got a lot of fear, I know
But enough pride inside not to let that show

My brother had a book he would hold with pride
A little red cover with a broken spine
On the back, he hand-wrote a quote inside
"When the rich wage war, it's the poor who die"
Meanwhile, the leader just talks away
Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay
The rest of the world watching, at the end of the day
Both scared and angry, like, "What did he say?"

Chorus

     F#m                      D
With hands held high into a sky so blue
       A                   E
As the ocean opens up to swallow you - x6


You can simplify chords by removing barre