Warrior's Pledge...
well, i've been to the mountain,
and i've walked through the valleys.
i've stood neath the cross
awaiting my turn.
i've heard the stories of children,
and the stories of old men.
there's not enough difference
for me to discern.
i've been to the battle,
and i've taken it to the streets.
i've been to the place,
where truth and dignity meet.
i've stood naked and alone,
and faced my sins.
i've felt the wrath of god,
known the ignorance of men.
i've worn boots of flesh,
and fought with my hands.
went back into the fire,
to save the last man.
slept with angels and demons alike,
drank the darkness, walked in the light.
found the right in wrong,
and the wrong in right....
as the storm clouds rage
on this face cut by age,
the mountains tremble,
and the rivers rage.
i'll stay to the end,
i'll turn the last page,
then catch a ride to the funeral
on the last stage....
i'll write the words of my heart,
with a pen dripping blood.
i'll cross the last river,
and stomp through the mud.
with the prayers of the children,
and the eyes of the hawk.
to the place of closeness,
where spirits can talk.
and stare deep and unashamed
into God's eyes.
and lay down my journey,
where the soul never dies.
where names be forgotten,
but hands clasp as one.
in the valley of darkness,
at the feet of the sun.
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Warrior's Pledge... (Part Two)
well, i've known poverty's ashes,
felt hunger's hot tears.
i've been to the place,
where men face their fears.
grieved the wars of the foolish,
the indifference of those that should know.
and known the bitter taste
of the seeds that we've sowed.
i've seen the old woman dying,
in a room by herself.
seen everything she loved,
put back on the shelf.
felt the hate and the greed
of those who buy and sell.
i've seen the distant shore,
and i've walked through hell.
i've felt the weight of my actions,
that cant be denied.
i've stood before the mirror,
with nothing to hide.
i've fallen and crawled,
but kept staggering on.
in the company of many,
and often alone...
i've written the words of my heart,
with a pen dripping blood.
i've crossed the last river,
and stomped through the mud.
with the prayers of the children,
and the eyes of the hawk.
to the place of closeness,
where spirits can talk.
i'll stare deep and unashamed,
into God's eyes.
as i lay down my journey,
where the soul never dies.
where names be forgotten,
but hands clasp as one.
through the valley of darkness,
to the feet of the sun!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Death Papers.... (Part Two)
i, the body
of earth and wind,
cry for the mountains,
the valleys, and rivers.
i am man,
the warrior naked,
muscled dark and lean.
with eyes borrowed from the hawk,
and hands that turn the ground.
i bear the feet of time determined,
the marks of the whip scar my back.
with hardened phallus,
and panting breath,
i follow the trail of the wolves.
i am woman,
the warrior naked,
long hair swept by the wind.
with eyes borrowed from the owl,
and hands skilled in healing.
i bear the feet of time determined,
the scar of the chains on my wrists.
breasts born with fire,
garden wet with hungry birth,
i am the trail the wolves follow!
and now,
i, the body
lay down my cross,
seed in the furrow,
sunlight waiting
for darkness's goodbye kiss.
for i, the body,
am earth and wind....
mountains, valleys,
and rivers cry for me!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Baby, I'm Gone!
well, i've searched the skies
and followed the wind.
there's not any place
that i havent been.
i've known hunger and sorrow,
walked poverty's streets.
with my heart in my hands,
and my faith in my feet.
i've drowned in the water,
and felt the fire's heat.
i've tasted the thunder,
and felt its dark beat.
and i'm alone,
still strong,
still waiting for the dawn...
baby, i'm gone!
i've heard the great guns,
saw the bodies of children,
seen men do things
for which they cant be forgiven.
i've heard the stories of God,
and the lies of men.
i've left a part of me
everywhere that i've been.
i've known the light inside,
and my evil twin.
gave away my soul,
and owned my sins.
and i'm alone,
still strong,
still waiting for the dawn...
baby, i'm gone!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Perfect Storm
Ever experienced a perfect storm?
You know, after you're born
And the world seems swell
And everyone says all's well
Till your nostrils begin to smell
The scent of rain in which you played
Till your eyes lock upon your sky
And the clouds begin to gather
In a way that makes you an island
Preparing you for the life you're about to live
You think to fight instead you quake in fright and pray in flight
But the clouds refuse to scatter
For you they came and for you they'll stay
Where everything that could go wrong
Converge with a verdict ensuing
That everything goes wrong all at once
Not for a season in time but for a life in time
Where the tides are high
The dark is sky
And the sea is life
Where the winds they rage
And of you make a sage
Till you turn a page
And in the midst of the storm you write your age
Of the age in which you live, on the empty page
And when all your rage lies raging upon the page
You stand upon what's left of your feet, stare the storm rage to rage
And scream from the pith of your lungs what's left of your rage
Then go to sleep as the storm replies in fades
Everyone asks you to see the stars
In the pitch darkness of your darkest life
But the darkness has blinded you so
And the silence has deafened you to
The loneliness that eats through your bones
And your skin is a sagging beauty once known.
So you take up your pen and begin to chronicle
The life you live that's become a ridicule
And line by line you write your life's riddle
And about the cancer eating out your follicle
And time you spent praying for a miracle
Those on shore read these words you chronicle
And marvel upon the miracle
Of a heart that heals in the face of ridicule
They applaud and put you upon a pinnacle
But your storm is not a phase in time
It fades not at the appearance of a dime
Nor sweetens the sour taste of lime
And the voices that raises you to Zeus
Do not change your loneliness to us
So you remain you alone, just you and you
Gazing upon the horizon for a love that's true
The people they look up to you
The light you shine casts a shadow upon your hue
The dewy skies drown the dawn
And your mourning heart dims your morn
You wait for fate in faith that tides
O, these tides will turn someday in time
Oh the love I seek will one day be mine
Yet the life you live will no day be fine.
poem by Jenim Dibie
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Cry Freedom
How can I turn away
Brother/sister go dancing
Through my head
Human as to human
The future is no place
To place your better days
Cry freedom, cry
From a crowd 10,000 wide
Hope laid upon hope
That this crowd will not subside
Let this flag burn to dust
And a new a fair design be raised
While we wait head in hands,
Hands in prayer
And fall into a dreamless sleep again
And we wave our hands
Hands and feet are all alike
But gold between divide us
Hands and feet are all alike
But fear between divide us
All slip away
There was a window and by it stood
A mirror in which
He could see himself
He thought of something
Something he had never had but
Hoped would come along
Cry freedom, cry
From deep inside
Where we are all confined
While we wave hands in fire
Wave our hands
Hands and feet are all alike
But gold between divide us
Hands and feet are all alike
But fear between divide us,
Slip away
In this room stood a little child
And in this room this little child
She would remain
Until someone might decide
To dance this little child
Across this hall
Into a cold, dark, space
Where she might never trace her
Way across this crooked mile
Across this crooked page
Cry freedom, cry
From deep inside where
We are all confined
Till we wave our hands
How can I turn away
Brother/sister go dancing
Through my head
Human as to human
The future is no place
To place your better days
Hands and feet are all alike but gold between divide us hands and feet are all alike but fear between divide us hands and feet are all alike hear what I say hear what I say oh, so be it
How can I turn away brother/sister go dancing through my head human as to human the future is no place to place your better days
song performed by by Dave Matthews Band
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The Family Of People
i took the multi-colored hand
that pulled me up out of the ditch,
reaching back to grab another's hand,
and do the same for him.
i walked the streets with those
who came from other places....
i took the time to listen
to their stories and their needs.
i stood with them in lines,
in the face of the furor....
i looked into the eyes
of their children, felt their heartbeats....
and i knew in my own heart
there's no real difference there....
people and their families
just trying to survive....
the family of people,
all desiring to be human!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Across the Road
To cross or not to cross
was all I thought
when I saw her face across the road.
Her eyes was set as though she lost her soul,
so lost like she is never in this world.
She never minded her shadow on the ground...
her watch as if to melt under her stare,
tic tacked not faster than her heartbeat
for she thought her head was on her feet-
At last, she looked my way
and her pretty face paled.
Suddenly she stood still as though
she gasped some air from death to life...
I can't escape her stare.
To cross or not to cross, I never thought
when across the road she merely stood
nearly meeting her shadow on the ground.
I closed my eyes- I heard the sound
of her crying heart, I found
myself walking away with the woman on my side.
It pained to see her that way cry...
just because I couldn't cross the road for her.
It pained to watch her die.
poem by Jessel Jane Tevar
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Can’t Feel Your Heartbeat, But I Can Feel Your Breaths
Hell fire and high heels –
Blue pills and backseats,
Needle points with track meet hearts,
Death rattles, and blood baths, amongst the dead heat.
Now I dance in the moon light,
Gold and good intentions pave my streets.
These words lost in notions of wrong and right,
A sad, sad day when Angels and Demons meet.
She is mental atrophy, emotional paralysis –
Love's sweet and unyielding cancer,
She is pandemonium at its worst, carnage at its best,
This woman is the devils dancer.
Now I dance in the moon light,
Gold and good intentions pave my streets.
These words lost in notions of wrong and right,
A sad, sad day when Angels and Demons meet.
I breathe her.
I need her!
I lust for her lies!
I thirst for her ways.
I crave her legs!
I'm fed by her sinful eyes!
I drink her dire secrets.
I'm nourished by her flaws!
Lost in the walls of her deceit.
It's sad, so sad when the demons creep.
Now I dance in the moon light,
Gold and good intentions pave my streets.
These words lost in notions of wrong and right,
A sad, sad day when Angels and Demons meet.
She is the catalyst of my demise –
The architect of my wayward prayers,
Jezebel seducing Samson,
The owner of all my lustful stares.
Now I dance in the moon light,
Gold and good intentions pave my streets.
These words lost in notions of wrong and right,
A sad, sad day when Angels and Demons meet.
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Storm
Just Play
My life has taken me beyond the planets and the stars
And you're the only one that could take me this far
I'll be forever searching for your love
I walked away but I was wrong (I was wrong)
You're the one that keeps me strong
You're the fire that keeps me warm (You're the fire that keeps me wrong)
How will I get through this storm?
At night, I pray before I sleep in hope of finding you
I've opened up my heart, I want you to come through
I close my eyes, I'm searching for your love
Oh No No No No
I walked away but I was wrong (I was wrong)
You're the one that keeps me strong
You're the fire that keeps me warm (You're the fire that keeps me wrong)
How will I get through this storm?
Jay-Z: I got the bounce Lenny
Check me out
Brooklyn's bad boy back again
Feet hit the ground runnin' and my back's to the wind
Angels on my shoulders, head in the clouds
No, I'm not rappin', I'm just thinkin' real loud
My karma's my armor, my charm and wit
Is like a lethal bomb, I'm warm and s***
And I did bad for good but when you're trapped in the 'hood
You do worse for less, homie earth's a test
Only god can judge me
My heart ain't ugly
But the thoughts that I drop is heavy
Try budge me
Mama loved me, pop left me
Still the homies call me lucky lefty
I'm flashy and bentley
Deceptively smart
I make hustlin' heaven and pimpin' an art
Long as I know that I'm blessed
'Cause I'm loved in depth
I can walk through the water and not get wet
I'm that fresh
I walked away but I was wrong (I was wrong)
You're the one that keeps me strong
You're the fire that keeps me warm (You're the fire that keeps me wrong)
How will I get through this storm?
Jay-Z: There you have it
Just Play
Young hov, Lenny Kravitz
Not your average
Get your umbrella
It's raining macs and broads
all grace to god
I walked away but I was wrong
You're the one that keeps me strong
You're the fire that keeps me warm
How will I get through this storm? (2x)
song performed by by Lenny Kravitz
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I Walk Alone...
i am the last rebellion,
the fire you cannot control.
i am the faces of lost bodies,
names written in blood.
i am the call to battle,
armed by the heart.
i am the silence that knows,
the darkness that takes.
i am poverty's shadow,
and the language of need.
i am the anger of the beaten,
i am the field forsaken.
i am the tint of skin,
and the color of the eyes....
the song of the shovel and whip.
i am the bones of the old ones,
shaking with rage.
the tears of the grandmothers,
the dirty hands of small children.
i am the soldier imprisoned,
on the streets of despair.
i am the conscience of the murderer,
that haunts the night.
i am the bodies of lovers,
glistening with passion.
i am the child born,
neath a sky with no star.
i am the crucifix and prayer beads,
the hymn known only by trees.
i am the dog abandoned,
rain falling without remorse.
i am the monk self-immoliated,
the cry for freedom unheard.
i am human dignity,
and i walk alone!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Cross Of Thorns
Dont come closer, cos it aint safe here,
Just turn around now and walk away.
Ive gotta tell you, there are no rules here,
Sometimes I wonder, what goes on there,
Behind those-eyes.
Chorus:
When a promise is broken, and no one trusts you,
Young ones crying with their heads in their hands,
When you talk about saving, the souls of the faithful,
You cant help thinking, youve got blood on your
Hands.
From a cross of thorns.
Tongues of fire always talking, wasted words that
Ring in my ears.
Were still waiting, losing patience, will all the
Lies of, 400 houndred years.
Ive got to tell you, there are no rules here,
Sometimes I wonder, what goes on there,
Behind those-eyes.
Chorus
We gave you yesterday, and now you want to-day,
Oh, from the hands of death we take our daily bread,
Now all we do is choke, and the words that you once
Spoke, fade away.
Look at what youve done, oh, its a cross of thorns.
Take away, this cross of thorns, look at what youve
Done.
Its a cross of thorns, cross of thorns.
When a promise is broken, and no one trusts you,
Youve got blood on your hands, from a cross of
Thorns.
song performed by by Black Sabbath
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Dominion Day
In my darkness
I hear jesus crying.
In my darkness
I see children savage and blind.
In my darkness
I see dead men kneel before the cross.
In my darkness
I hear the voice of evil.
Disciples, dark angels,
This is dominion day
My demons, come to me
This is dominion day
In his darkness
I can feel the storm come.
In his darkness
Holy water burns my soul.
In his darkness
A grave waits for you at heavens gate.
In his darkness
I hear screams that hide the voice of god.
Come children of eden
Pray to me on dominion day.
Pray for your salvation,
Sanctuary on dominion day
My soul, save me.
In his mercy,
He will bring the disease.
In his mercy
He will burn the oceans.
In his mercy
He will tear the sky down.
In his mercy
He will make pain eternal.
Your nightmare is breathing
This is dominion day.
Welcome to your saviour
This is dominion day.
This is my new kingdom.
This is dominion day.
Creation bleeds for me.
This is dominion day.
song performed by by Gary Numan
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Just Before Dawn....
i've been too long in the valley of death,
too long in the prisons, too long at the wheel.
too close to the blade, too far from the fire,
too long defined by lonliness and grief.
they say there's a wind,
that comes from a forbidden place.
that strips leaves from the trees,
and causes mountains to shudder.
they say there's a god,
whose name we cant say.
who walks naked in the instant,
just before dawn.
and they say there's a lover,
who smells like me.
who tastes like my hunger,
whose voice i know.
yes, and they say there's a time,
when the wars will cease.
when the hungry will be fed,
and someone will care.
and i pray there's a hand,
and eyes that shine...
that darkness will undress me,
and name the light!
that small kindnesses will turn,
the ancient potter's wheel.
and make me a cup,
held close by your heart.
if i dance tonight beneath trees that weep,
know that tomorrow i'll burn,
know that my lips wait still...
know that i am alive...
as words fall like leaves...
the cross i lay down,
is but a shovel, but a pen...
the page i write upon...
you, simply you!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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On The Edge Of Honour
Led by temptation into the underworld
to absence of season and time
Soldiers of Fortune, Soldiers of the Night
back to back, ready to fight
Enchanted gardens, where Evil slipped away
through darkness, fire and rage
Uncanny demons will dance upon your grave
as soon as you become their slave
Surrender or fight, theres nowhere to turn
The Bringer of Light, where are you now
Forever our hearts will burn
Immortal Riders, Protectors of the Earth
lost in the abode of the dead
Misled through darkness and mislead by desire
inside the midst of the fire
Surrender or fight, theres nowhere to turn
The Bringer of Light, where are you now
Forever our hearts will burn
Fallen Angels, arise from your graves
Free your spirits and unite
before the blood of the Unicorn colors the night
From the ruins of hell we shall rise
On The Edge Of Honour we see the light
of the Unicorn soaring the night
Lead: both
Born to conquer the fight,
here we stand with the Future in our hands
Through fire well rise to touch the sky
Solo: Stefan
Oooh
song performed by by Hammerfall
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Songs of Praise and Worship
As a child, I would stand
With the other children.
We would sing songs of praise
And worship—God's kingdom.
The words pulled at our young,
Temporal, pure spirits—
Innocent spheres of soul
That had yet to mature.
We would bow our small heads,
Close our hands and say prayers.
The preacher would instruct
And show us what to say.
We didn't understand
Biblical passages and
We didn't comprehend
What all God's stories meant,
Or at least I couldn't—
Though I tried and longed to.
The other children would
Close their eyes, outstretching
The soft palms of their hands
And feel God's presence in
Their stubby fingertips
As if they could reach Him.
They would cry. Their bodies
Would rock and move like some
Divine rhythm could quake
The floor where we all stood.
They would smile, enraptured
And captured by the songs—
Dancing with the angels.
Three minutes with God's wings.
Holiness percolated
Inside them. Not in me.
They simmered in God's warmth
While I was unheated.
The fires that burned in them
Refused to spark in me.
My spirit was tepid—
Still against the hot pan.
When the songs had finished,
They would tremble and shake,
The ground lifting beneath
Them, if just for one song.
When they closed their clear eyes,
They could see their heaven.
When I did the same thing,
I saw my dark eyelids.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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Good Enough
When footsteps from that Sunday march faded out into the dark
The melody blows in to ease the pain
Two thousand years and we're still here fighting over the same old fear
The muddy steps of hate can't stand this rain
I'll stand up on this stage as if it was my altar
I'll face down all the rage and no, I will not falter
Say I'm good enough to play but not good enough to stay
In your heart
The mat on the floor says welcome, the sign on the door says no
Says 'No coloreds allowed unless you're playing in the show'
Well I've never seen a color except the ones up in the sky
When I see this kind of hatred I die a little inside
I'll stand up on this stage as if it was altar
I'll face down all this rage and no, I will not falter
Say I'm good enough to play but not good enough to stay
And when you finish your song boy you've got to be on your way
But if I'm good enough to play then I'm good enough to stay
In your heart
This one's for the Godfather, Duke, Ella, and the Count
And for all those who fought their way here no matter the amount
For all of God's children walking through dumpsters in the back
Had to finish their show and leave just because their skin was black
They stood up on the stage as if it was their altar
They faced down all the rage and no, they did not falter
They were good enough to play but not good enough to stay
And when they finished their songs boy they had to be on their way
They were good enough to play and somehow they've always stayed
In our hearts
And if I'm good enough to play then we've got to find the space
In our hearts
song performed by by Edwin McCain
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In The Name Of Humanity
we who have heard the roar of silence,
who have walked in chains,
who have been imprisoned.
who have been to the place
where hunger lives...
who have slept in cars,
and underneath bridges.
who have worn our failures
for the world to see...
who have tasted the fruit,
who have worked the fields.
who have died each day
for a small portion of living.
who have reached for the sky,
and fallen from the limb.
who have been the tears,
the sweat, and the anger.
who have slept alone,
who have crawled in passion's window...
who have carried the cross,
and yet drove the nails.
who have argued with god,
and took the blame.
who refused to bear arms,
who fought for survival.
who raised our children,
and buried our parents...
and all too often, our sons and daughters.
who refused to believe the lie,
who demanded our dignity.
who have asked forgiveness,
and given the same.
who have listened to the trees,
the rivers and mountains.
who grieved with the fishes,
and wept for the whales.
we who have lived,
bearing bruises and scars,
lay our beings on the altar
of justice and equality.
and becoming our beliefs,
we stand as we are....
with arms outstretched,
in the name of humanity!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Man Who Sailed Around His Soul
The man who sailed around his soul
From east to west, from pole to pole
With ego as his drunken captain
Greed, the mutineer, had trapped all reason in the hold
The man who walked across his heart
Who took no compass, guide or chart
To rope and tar his blood congealed
When he found his self revealed ugly and cold
And the sirens that sing
By your nose with its ring
Theyll drag you in
For your sins
Now he sits all alone
And its no place like home
Its empty skin
A bag to keep lifes souvenirs in
The man who sailed around his soul
The man who sailed around his soul
The man who sailed around his soul
Came back again to find a hole
Where once he thought compassion and the truth
Had laid to warm his freezing carcass on return
The man who walked across his heart
Was doomed to journey from the start
Of every love affair hed broken
All the lies hed ever spoken
Tattooed on his arm
And the jellyfish stings
Even angels with wings
Who look too deep
And dare to peep
Now he sits all alone
Knowing flesh blood and bone
Is everything
He found the treasure hed been seeking
The man who sailed around his soul
song performed by by Xtc
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Freedom Rant, Part Two... (For Greg And Terence)
socialism, existentialism,
the pages are revealed.
patriot lies, god dies,
unmarked graves in a field.
the addict weeps, cold hard streets,
poverty has a heavy hand.
discrimination, salvation,
leaving footprints where we stand.
single mothers, live for another,
food stamps and minimum wage.
desperate young men, without a friend,
commit acts of senseless rage.
the prisons turn, the money earned,
fills the bellies of greed.
children taught to kill, against their will,
to survive, to feed the need.
those who slept with goats, and came in boats,
to steal the land of the free.
buried the bones, beneath time and stone,
became written history.
now the sins of the past, come due at last,
the slaves rise against the lie.
feet cross the line, eyes read the signs,
for it's liberty or die!
the farms foreclosed, bankers pick their noses,
the factories shut down...
streets filled with ghosts, businesses closed,
nothing left but the sound.
of family trees, brought to their knees,
and babies born in empty rooms.
where roaches crawl, blood spattered walls,
black eyes, needles and spoons.
while Bibles scream, in human dreams,
of the gospel of flesh and bone.
suicides, mass genocides,
stones stacked upon stones.
hungry faces, leave human traces,
on words spoken without a voice.
beneath the gun, dare we stand or run,
we stand before our choice.
Fox News, for those who refuse,
to feel anything at all.
whose bloodless hands, sign time's demands,
on the dawning of the fall.
the guns of war, as ignorance roars,
but who falls victim to this day?
backs turned too long, hearts turned to stone,
is it too late to pray?
nay, i say! another way!
one chance to make a difference...
for it is this act, taking dignity back,
that is the cost of our forgiveness!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Stomp Your Hands, Clap Your Feet
Whoa!
Woo-woo yeah
Turn it up until it bangs your head
Tear it down now mother don't play dead
People stand the noise
All the little toys
Put some more coke on the fire
Stomp your hands
Clap your feet
Stomp your hands
To the beat
Stomp your hands
Clap your feet
Stomp your hands
To the beat
Mixed up kids lookin' for that night
They're getting higher everything in sight, well alright
The music's pretty loud
Someone in the crowd
Think they're gonna cause us a riot
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
Stomp your hands
Clap your feet
Stomp your hands
To the beat, oh
Stomp your hands
Clap your feet
Stomp your hands
To the beat
Rock on, rock on, rock on
Yow!
How how how how how
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
(Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
(Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh)
(Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Whoa-oh-oh-oh ho ho ho
Stomp your hands
Clap those feet, yeah
Stomp your hands
To the beat
C'mon boys
Stomp your hands
Clap your feet
Whoa-whoa, all night, yeah, yeah, yeah
Stomp your hands
(Oh whoa oh oh)
Clap your feet
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
Stomp your hands
Clap your feet
Stomp your hands
To the beat
All night long
Stomp your hands
(Everybody)
Clap your feet
(Everybody stomp your hands to the beat in the heat yeah yeah yeah yeah woo!)
Stomp your hands
(Oh!)
Clap your feet
(Oh whoa whoa whoa whoa, rock all night, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Oh yeah
Stomp your hands
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Clap your feet
(My my my, my my my my my my, my, my, m
song performed by by Quiet Riot
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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