The Mother of All Spam Threads

Wilkshire:

You'll be back!

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Wilkshire:

That sounds like an 'Alcoholics Anonymous' style confession!

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Mystery Player:

Well shit.

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Skittleyflakes:

How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore
And a Scotsman, dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot in the Caribbean by providence impoverished,
In squalor, grow up to be a hero and a scholar?

The ten-dollar founding father without a father
Got a lot farther by working a lot harder
By being a lot smarter By being a self-starter
By fourteen, they placed him in charge of a trading charter

And every day while slaves were being slaughtered and carted away
Across the waves, he struggled and kept his guard up
Inside, he was longing for something to be a part of
The brother was ready to beg, steal, borrow, or barter

Then a hurricane came, and devastation reigned
Our man saw his future drip, dripping down the drain
Put a pencil to his temple, connected it to his brain
And he wrote his first refrain, a testament to his pain

Well, the word got around, they said, this kid is insane, man
Took up a collection just to send him to the mainland
Get your education, don’t forget from whence you came
And the world is gonna know your name
What’s your name, man?

Alexander Hamilton
My name is Alexander Hamilton
And there’s a million things I haven’t done
But just you wait, just you wait

When he was ten his father split, full of it, debt-ridden
Two years later, see Alex and his mother bed-ridden
Half-dead sittin' in their own sick, the scent thick

And Alex got better but his mother went quick

Moved in with a cousin, the cousin committed suicide
Left him with nothin' but ruined pride, something new inside voice saying
Alex, you gotta fend for yourself

He started retreatin' and readin' every treatise on the shelf

There would have been nothin' left to do for someone less astute
He woulda been dead or destitute without a cent of restitution
Started workin', clerkin' for his late mother’s landlord
Tradin' sugar cane and rum and all the things he can’t afford
Scammin' for every book he can get his hands on
Plannin' for the future see him now as he stands on the bow of a ship headed for a new land
In New York you can be a new man

In New York you can be a new man
In New York you can be a new man
In New York you can be a new man
In New York you can be a new man
Just you wait

Alexander Hamilton

We are waiting in the wings for you

You could never back down
You never learned to take your time

Oh, Alexander Hamilton

When America sings for you
Will they know what you overcame?
Will they know you rewrote your game?
The world will never be the same, oh

The ship is in the harbor now
See if you can spot him

Another immigrant comin' up from the bottom

His enemies destroyed his rep America forgot him

We fought with him

Me, I died for him

Me, I trusted him

Me, I loved him

And me, I’m the damn fool that shot him

There’s a million things I haven’t done
But just you wait

What’s your name, man?

Alexander Hamilton

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Skittleyflakes:

Skittleyflakes:

How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore
And a Scotsman, dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot in the Caribbean by providence impoverished,
In squalor, grow up to be a hero and a scholar?

The ten-dollar founding father without a father
Got a lot farther by working a lot harder
By being a lot smarter By being a self-starter
By fourteen, they placed him in charge of a trading charter

And every day while slaves were being slaughtered and carted away
Across the waves, he struggled and kept his guard up
Inside, he was longing for something to be a part of
The brother was ready to beg, steal, borrow, or barter

Then a hurricane came, and devastation reigned
Our man saw his future drip, dripping down the drain
Put a pencil to his temple, connected it to his brain
And he wrote his first refrain, a testament to his pain

Well, the word got around, they said, this kid is insane, man
Took up a collection just to send him to the mainland
Get your education, don’t forget from whence you came
And the world is gonna know your name
What’s your name, man?

Alexander Hamilton
My name is Alexander Hamilton
And there’s a million things I haven’t done
But just you wait, just you wait

When he was ten his father split, full of it, debt-ridden
Two years later, see Alex and his mother bed-ridden
Half-dead sittin' in their own sick, the scent thick

And Alex got better but his mother went quick

Moved in with a cousin, the cousin committed suicide
Left him with nothin' but ruined pride, something new inside voice saying
Alex, you gotta fend for yourself

He started retreatin' and readin' every treatise on the shelf

There would have been nothin' left to do for someone less astute
He woulda been dead or destitute without a cent of restitution
Started workin', clerkin' for his late mother’s landlord
Tradin' sugar cane and rum and all the things he can’t afford
Scammin' for every book he can get his hands on
Plannin' for the future see him now as he stands on the bow of a ship headed for a new land
In New York you can be a new man

In New York you can be a new man
In New York you can be a new man
In New York you can be a new man
In New York you can be a new man
Just you wait

Alexander Hamilton

We are waiting in the wings for you

You could never back down
You never learned to take your time

Oh, Alexander Hamilton

When America sings for you
Will they know what you overcame?
Will they know you rewrote your game?
The world will never be the same, oh

The ship is in the harbor now
See if you can spot him

Another immigrant comin' up from the bottom

His enemies destroyed his rep America forgot him

We fought with him

Me, I died for him

Me, I trusted him

Me, I loved him

And me, I’m the damn fool that shot him

There’s a million things I haven’t done
But just you wait

What’s your name, man?

Alexander Hamilton

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Seventeen seventy-six
New York City
Pardon me, are you Aaron Burr, sir?

That depends, who’s asking?

Oh, sure, sir
I’m Alexander Hamilton, I’m at your service, sir
I have been looking for you

I’m getting nervous

Sir, I heard your name at Princeton
I was seeking an accelerated course of study
When I got sort of out of sorts with a buddy of yours
I may have punched him it’s a blur, sir
He handles the financials?

You punched the bursar?

Yes, I wanted to do what you did
Graduate in two, then join the revolution he looked at me like I was stupid I’m not stupid

So how’d you do it, how’d you graduate so fast?

It was my parent's dying wish before they passed

You're an orphan, of course I’m an orphan
God, I wish there was a war
Then we could prove that we’re worth more than anyone bargained for

Can I buy you a drink?
That would be nice

While we’re talking, let me offer you some free advice
Talk less

What?

Smile more

Ha

Don’t let them know what you're against or what you're for

You can't be serious

You wanna get ahead?

Yes

Fools who run their mouths off wind up dead

Yo yo yo yo yo
What time is it?

Show time

Like I said

Show time, show time
Yo, I’m John Lauren's in the place to be
Two pints o’ Sam Adams, but I’m workin' on three, uh
Those redcoats don’t want it with me
'Cause I will pop chick-a pop these cops till I’m free

Oui oui, mon ami, je m’appelle Lafayette
The Lancelot of the revolutionary set
I came from afar just to say bonsoir
Tell the king casse-toi
Who’s the best, c’est moi

Brrrah, brraaah I am Hercules Mulligan
Up in it, lovin' it, yes I heard ya mother said come again

Ay, lock up ya daughters and horses, of course
It’s hard to have intercourse over four sets of corsets (wow)

No more sex, pour me another brew, son
Let’s raise a couple more to the revolution

Well, if it ain’t the prodigy of Princeton college

Aaron Burr

Give us a verse, drop some knowledge

Good luck with that, you’re takin' a stand
You spit, I’m 'a sit
We’ll see where we land (boo)

Burr, the revolution’s imminent, what do you stall for?

If you stand for nothing Burr, what’ll you fall for?

Oh, who are you oh, who are you oh, who are you?
Oh, who is this kid, what’s he gonna do?

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Skittleyflakes:

Skittleyflakes:

Skittleyflakes:

How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore
And a Scotsman, dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot in the Caribbean by providence impoverished,
In squalor, grow up to be a hero and a scholar?

The ten-dollar founding father without a father
Got a lot farther by working a lot harder
By being a lot smarter By being a self-starter
By fourteen, they placed him in charge of a trading charter

And every day while slaves were being slaughtered and carted away
Across the waves, he struggled and kept his guard up
Inside, he was longing for something to be a part of
The brother was ready to beg, steal, borrow, or barter

Then a hurricane came, and devastation reigned
Our man saw his future drip, dripping down the drain
Put a pencil to his temple, connected it to his brain
And he wrote his first refrain, a testament to his pain

Well, the word got around, they said, this kid is insane, man
Took up a collection just to send him to the mainland
Get your education, don’t forget from whence you came
And the world is gonna know your name
What’s your name, man?

Alexander Hamilton
My name is Alexander Hamilton
And there’s a million things I haven’t done
But just you wait, just you wait

When he was ten his father split, full of it, debt-ridden
Two years later, see Alex and his mother bed-ridden
Half-dead sittin' in their own sick, the scent thick

And Alex got better but his mother went quick

Moved in with a cousin, the cousin committed suicide
Left him with nothin' but ruined pride, something new inside voice saying
Alex, you gotta fend for yourself

He started retreatin' and readin' every treatise on the shelf

There would have been nothin' left to do for someone less astute
He woulda been dead or destitute without a cent of restitution
Started workin', clerkin' for his late mother’s landlord
Tradin' sugar cane and rum and all the things he can’t afford
Scammin' for every book he can get his hands on
Plannin' for the future see him now as he stands on the bow of a ship headed for a new land
In New York you can be a new man

In New York you can be a new man
In New York you can be a new man
In New York you can be a new man
In New York you can be a new man
Just you wait

Alexander Hamilton

We are waiting in the wings for you

You could never back down
You never learned to take your time

Oh, Alexander Hamilton

When America sings for you
Will they know what you overcame?
Will they know you rewrote your game?
The world will never be the same, oh

The ship is in the harbor now
See if you can spot him

Another immigrant comin' up from the bottom

His enemies destroyed his rep America forgot him

We fought with him

Me, I died for him

Me, I trusted him

Me, I loved him

And me, I’m the damn fool that shot him

There’s a million things I haven’t done
But just you wait

What’s your name, man?

Alexander Hamilton

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Seventeen seventy-six
New York City
Pardon me, are you Aaron Burr, sir?

That depends, who’s asking?

Oh, sure, sir
I’m Alexander Hamilton, I’m at your service, sir
I have been looking for you

I’m getting nervous

Sir, I heard your name at Princeton
I was seeking an accelerated course of study
When I got sort of out of sorts with a buddy of yours
I may have punched him it’s a blur, sir
He handles the financials?

You punched the bursar?

Yes, I wanted to do what you did
Graduate in two, then join the revolution he looked at me like I was stupid I’m not stupid

So how’d you do it, how’d you graduate so fast?

It was my parent's dying wish before they passed

You're an orphan, of course I’m an orphan
God, I wish there was a war
Then we could prove that we’re worth more than anyone bargained for

Can I buy you a drink?
That would be nice

While we’re talking, let me offer you some free advice
Talk less

What?

Smile more

Ha

Don’t let them know what you're against or what you're for

You can't be serious

You wanna get ahead?

Yes

Fools who run their mouths off wind up dead

Yo yo yo yo yo
What time is it?

Show time

Like I said

Show time, show time
Yo, I’m John Lauren's in the place to be
Two pints o’ Sam Adams, but I’m workin' on three, uh
Those redcoats don’t want it with me
'Cause I will pop chick-a pop these cops till I’m free

Oui oui, mon ami, je m’appelle Lafayette
The Lancelot of the revolutionary set
I came from afar just to say bonsoir
Tell the king casse-toi
Who’s the best, c’est moi

Brrrah, brraaah I am Hercules Mulligan
Up in it, lovin' it, yes I heard ya mother said come again

Ay, lock up ya daughters and horses, of course
It’s hard to have intercourse over four sets of corsets (wow)

No more sex, pour me another brew, son
Let’s raise a couple more to the revolution

Well, if it ain’t the prodigy of Princeton college

Aaron Burr

Give us a verse, drop some knowledge

Good luck with that, you’re takin' a stand
You spit, I’m 'a sit
We’ll see where we land (boo)

Burr, the revolution’s imminent, what do you stall for?

If you stand for nothing Burr, what’ll you fall for?

Oh, who are you oh, who are you oh, who are you?
Oh, who is this kid, what’s he gonna do?

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I am not throwing away my shot
I am not throwing away my shot
Hey yo, I’m just like my country
I’m young, scrappy and hungry
And I’m not throwing away my shot
I’m ‘a get a scholarship to King’s College
I prob’ly shouldn’t brag, but dag, I amaze and astonish
The problem is I got a lot of brains but no polish
I gotta holler just to be heard
With every word, I drop knowledge
I’m a diamond in the rough, a shiny piece of coal
Tryin’ to reach my goal my power of speech, unimpeachable
Only nineteen but my mind is older
These New York City streets get colder, I shoulder
Every burden, every disadvantage
I have learned to manage, I don’t have a gun to brandish
I walk these streets famished
The plan is to fan this spark into a flame
But damn, it’s getting dark, so let me spell out the name
I am the A-L-E-X-A-N-D-E-R we are meant to be

A colony that runs independently
Meanwhile, Britain keeps shittin’ on us endlessly
Essentially, they tax us relentlessly
Then King George turns around, runs a spending spree
He ain’t ever gonna set his descendants free
So there will be a revolution in this century
Enter me, he says in parentheses

Don’t be shocked when your hist’ry book mentions me
I will lay down my life if it sets us free
Eventually, you’ll see my ascendancy

And I am not throwing away my shot
I am not throwing away my shot
Hey yo, I’m just like my country
I’m young, scrappy and hungry
And I’m not throwing away my shot

I am not throwing away my shot
I am not throwing away my shot
Hey yo, I’m just like my country
I’m young, scrappy and hungry
And I’m not throwing away my shot
It’s time to take a shot

I dream of life without a monarchy
The unrest in France will lead to onarchy?
Onarchy how you say, how you say, anarchy?
When I fight, I make the other side panicky
With my, shot

Yo, I’m a tailor’s apprentice
And I got y’all knuckleheads in loco parentis
I’m joining the rebellion 'cause I know it’s my chance
To socially advance, instead of sewin’ some pants
I’m gonna take a shot

But we’ll never be truly free
Until those in bondage have the same rights as you and me
You and I. Do or die. Wait till I sally in
On a stallion with the first black battalion
Have another shot

Geniuses, lower your voices
You keep out of trouble and you double your choices
I’m with you, but the situation is fraught
You’ve got to be carefully taught
If you talk, you’re gonna get shot

Burr, check what we got
Mister Lafayette, hard rock like Lancelot
I think your pants look hot
Laurens, I like you a lot
Let’s hatch a plot blacker than the kettle callin’ the pot
What are the odds the gods would put us all in one spot
Poppin’ a squat on conventional wisdom, like it or not
A bunch of revolutionary manumission abolitionists?
Give me a position, show me where the ammunition is

Oh, am I talkin’ too loud?
Sometimes I get over excited, shoot off at the mouth
I never had a group of friends before
I promise that I’ll make y’all proud

Let’s get this guy in front of a crowd

I am not throwing away my shot
I am not throwing away my shot
Hey yo, I’m just like my country
I’m young, scrappy and hungry
And I’m not throwing away my shot

I am not throwing away my shot
I am not throwing away my shot
Hey yo, I’m just like my country
I’m young, scrappy and hungry
And I’m not throwing away my shot

Everybody sing
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa
Ay, let ‘em hear ya

Let’s go

Whoa, whoa, whoa I said shout it to the rooftops
Whoa, whoa, whoa said, to the rooftops
Whoa, whoa, whoa come on

Come on, let’s go
Rise up
When you’re living on your knees, you rise up
Tell your brother that he’s gotta rise up
Tell your sister that she's gotta rise up

When are these colonies gonna rise up?
When are these colonies gonna rise up?
When are these colonies gonna rise up?
When are these colonies gonna rise up?

Rise up
I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory
When’s it gonna get me?
In my sleep, seven feet ahead of me?
If I see it comin’, do I run or do I let it be?
Is it like a beat without a melody?
See, I never thought I’d live past twenty
Where I come from some get half as many
Ask anybody why we livin’ fast and we laugh, reach for a flask
We have to make this moment last, that’s plenty

Scratch that this is not a moment, it’s the movement
Where all the hungriest brothers with something to prove went?
Foes oppose us, we take an honest stand
We roll like Moses, claimin’ our promised land
And? If we win our independence?
‘Zat a guarantee of freedom for our descendants?
Or will the blood we shed begin an endless cycle of vengeance and death with no defendants?
I know the action in the street is excitin'
But Jesus, between all the bleedin’ ‘n fightin’
I’ve been readin’ ‘n writin’
We need to handle our financial situation
Are we a nation of states what’s the state of our nation?
I’m past patiently waitin' I’m passionatelymashin’ every expectation
Every action’s an act of creation
I’m laughin' in the face of casualties and sorrow
For the first time, I’m thinkin’ past tomorrow

And I am not throwing away my shot
I am not throwing away my shot
Hey yo, I’m just like my country
I’m young, scrappy and hungry
And I’m not throwing away my shot

We’re gonna rise up (time to take a shot)
We’re gonna rise up (time to take a shot)
We’re gonna, rise up, rise up

It's time to take a shot
Rise up, rise up, it's time to take a shot
Rise up, it's time to take a shot
Rise up, take a shot, shot, shot
It's time to take a shot, time to take a shot
And I am not throwing away my shot
Not throwing away my shot

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Skittleyflakes:

Skittleyflakes:

Skittleyflakes:

Skittleyflakes:

How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore
And a Scotsman, dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot in the Caribbean by providence impoverished,
In squalor, grow up to be a hero and a scholar?

The ten-dollar founding father without a father
Got a lot farther by working a lot harder
By being a lot smarter By being a self-starter
By fourteen, they placed him in charge of a trading charter

And every day while slaves were being slaughtered and carted away
Across the waves, he struggled and kept his guard up
Inside, he was longing for something to be a part of
The brother was ready to beg, steal, borrow, or barter

Then a hurricane came, and devastation reigned
Our man saw his future drip, dripping down the drain
Put a pencil to his temple, connected it to his brain
And he wrote his first refrain, a testament to his pain

Well, the word got around, they said, this kid is insane, man
Took up a collection just to send him to the mainland
Get your education, don’t forget from whence you came
And the world is gonna know your name
What’s your name, man?

Alexander Hamilton
My name is Alexander Hamilton
And there’s a million things I haven’t done
But just you wait, just you wait

When he was ten his father split, full of it, debt-ridden
Two years later, see Alex and his mother bed-ridden
Half-dead sittin' in their own sick, the scent thick

And Alex got better but his mother went quick

Moved in with a cousin, the cousin committed suicide
Left him with nothin' but ruined pride, something new inside voice saying
Alex, you gotta fend for yourself

He started retreatin' and readin' every treatise on the shelf

There would have been nothin' left to do for someone less astute
He woulda been dead or destitute without a cent of restitution
Started workin', clerkin' for his late mother’s landlord
Tradin' sugar cane and rum and all the things he can’t afford
Scammin' for every book he can get his hands on
Plannin' for the future see him now as he stands on the bow of a ship headed for a new land
In New York you can be a new man

In New York you can be a new man
In New York you can be a new man
In New York you can be a new man
In New York you can be a new man
Just you wait

Alexander Hamilton

We are waiting in the wings for you

You could never back down
You never learned to take your time

Oh, Alexander Hamilton

When America sings for you
Will they know what you overcame?
Will they know you rewrote your game?
The world will never be the same, oh

The ship is in the harbor now
See if you can spot him

Another immigrant comin' up from the bottom

His enemies destroyed his rep America forgot him

We fought with him

Me, I died for him

Me, I trusted him

Me, I loved him

And me, I’m the damn fool that shot him

There’s a million things I haven’t done
But just you wait

What’s your name, man?

Alexander Hamilton

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Seventeen seventy-six
New York City
Pardon me, are you Aaron Burr, sir?

That depends, who’s asking?

Oh, sure, sir
I’m Alexander Hamilton, I’m at your service, sir
I have been looking for you

I’m getting nervous

Sir, I heard your name at Princeton
I was seeking an accelerated course of study
When I got sort of out of sorts with a buddy of yours
I may have punched him it’s a blur, sir
He handles the financials?

You punched the bursar?

Yes, I wanted to do what you did
Graduate in two, then join the revolution he looked at me like I was stupid I’m not stupid

So how’d you do it, how’d you graduate so fast?

It was my parent's dying wish before they passed

You're an orphan, of course I’m an orphan
God, I wish there was a war
Then we could prove that we’re worth more than anyone bargained for

Can I buy you a drink?
That would be nice

While we’re talking, let me offer you some free advice
Talk less

What?

Smile more

Ha

Don’t let them know what you're against or what you're for

You can't be serious

You wanna get ahead?

Yes

Fools who run their mouths off wind up dead

Yo yo yo yo yo
What time is it?

Show time

Like I said

Show time, show time
Yo, I’m John Lauren's in the place to be
Two pints o’ Sam Adams, but I’m workin' on three, uh
Those redcoats don’t want it with me
'Cause I will pop chick-a pop these cops till I’m free

Oui oui, mon ami, je m’appelle Lafayette
The Lancelot of the revolutionary set
I came from afar just to say bonsoir
Tell the king casse-toi
Who’s the best, c’est moi

Brrrah, brraaah I am Hercules Mulligan
Up in it, lovin' it, yes I heard ya mother said come again

Ay, lock up ya daughters and horses, of course
It’s hard to have intercourse over four sets of corsets (wow)

No more sex, pour me another brew, son
Let’s raise a couple more to the revolution

Well, if it ain’t the prodigy of Princeton college

Aaron Burr

Give us a verse, drop some knowledge

Good luck with that, you’re takin' a stand
You spit, I’m 'a sit
We’ll see where we land (boo)

Burr, the revolution’s imminent, what do you stall for?

If you stand for nothing Burr, what’ll you fall for?

Oh, who are you oh, who are you oh, who are you?
Oh, who is this kid, what’s he gonna do?

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I am not throwing away my shot
I am not throwing away my shot
Hey yo, I’m just like my country
I’m young, scrappy and hungry
And I’m not throwing away my shot
I’m ‘a get a scholarship to King’s College
I prob’ly shouldn’t brag, but dag, I amaze and astonish
The problem is I got a lot of brains but no polish
I gotta holler just to be heard
With every word, I drop knowledge
I’m a diamond in the rough, a shiny piece of coal
Tryin’ to reach my goal my power of speech, unimpeachable
Only nineteen but my mind is older
These New York City streets get colder, I shoulder
Every burden, every disadvantage
I have learned to manage, I don’t have a gun to brandish
I walk these streets famished
The plan is to fan this spark into a flame
But damn, it’s getting dark, so let me spell out the name
I am the A-L-E-X-A-N-D-E-R we are meant to be

A colony that runs independently
Meanwhile, Britain keeps shittin’ on us endlessly
Essentially, they tax us relentlessly
Then King George turns around, runs a spending spree
He ain’t ever gonna set his descendants free
So there will be a revolution in this century
Enter me, he says in parentheses

Don’t be shocked when your hist’ry book mentions me
I will lay down my life if it sets us free
Eventually, you’ll see my ascendancy

And I am not throwing away my shot
I am not throwing away my shot
Hey yo, I’m just like my country
I’m young, scrappy and hungry
And I’m not throwing away my shot

I am not throwing away my shot
I am not throwing away my shot
Hey yo, I’m just like my country
I’m young, scrappy and hungry
And I’m not throwing away my shot
It’s time to take a shot

I dream of life without a monarchy
The unrest in France will lead to onarchy?
Onarchy how you say, how you say, anarchy?
When I fight, I make the other side panicky
With my, shot

Yo, I’m a tailor’s apprentice
And I got y’all knuckleheads in loco parentis
I’m joining the rebellion 'cause I know it’s my chance
To socially advance, instead of sewin’ some pants
I’m gonna take a shot

But we’ll never be truly free
Until those in bondage have the same rights as you and me
You and I. Do or die. Wait till I sally in
On a stallion with the first black battalion
Have another shot

Geniuses, lower your voices
You keep out of trouble and you double your choices
I’m with you, but the situation is fraught
You’ve got to be carefully taught
If you talk, you’re gonna get shot

Burr, check what we got
Mister Lafayette, hard rock like Lancelot
I think your pants look hot
Laurens, I like you a lot
Let’s hatch a plot blacker than the kettle callin’ the pot
What are the odds the gods would put us all in one spot
Poppin’ a squat on conventional wisdom, like it or not
A bunch of revolutionary manumission abolitionists?
Give me a position, show me where the ammunition is

Oh, am I talkin’ too loud?
Sometimes I get over excited, shoot off at the mouth
I never had a group of friends before
I promise that I’ll make y’all proud

Let’s get this guy in front of a crowd

I am not throwing away my shot
I am not throwing away my shot
Hey yo, I’m just like my country
I’m young, scrappy and hungry
And I’m not throwing away my shot

I am not throwing away my shot
I am not throwing away my shot
Hey yo, I’m just like my country
I’m young, scrappy and hungry
And I’m not throwing away my shot

Everybody sing
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa
Ay, let ‘em hear ya

Let’s go

Whoa, whoa, whoa I said shout it to the rooftops
Whoa, whoa, whoa said, to the rooftops
Whoa, whoa, whoa come on

Come on, let’s go
Rise up
When you’re living on your knees, you rise up
Tell your brother that he’s gotta rise up
Tell your sister that she's gotta rise up

When are these colonies gonna rise up?
When are these colonies gonna rise up?
When are these colonies gonna rise up?
When are these colonies gonna rise up?

Rise up
I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory
When’s it gonna get me?
In my sleep, seven feet ahead of me?
If I see it comin’, do I run or do I let it be?
Is it like a beat without a melody?
See, I never thought I’d live past twenty
Where I come from some get half as many
Ask anybody why we livin’ fast and we laugh, reach for a flask
We have to make this moment last, that’s plenty

Scratch that this is not a moment, it’s the movement
Where all the hungriest brothers with something to prove went?
Foes oppose us, we take an honest stand
We roll like Moses, claimin’ our promised land
And? If we win our independence?
‘Zat a guarantee of freedom for our descendants?
Or will the blood we shed begin an endless cycle of vengeance and death with no defendants?
I know the action in the street is excitin'
But Jesus, between all the bleedin’ ‘n fightin’
I’ve been readin’ ‘n writin’
We need to handle our financial situation
Are we a nation of states what’s the state of our nation?
I’m past patiently waitin' I’m passionatelymashin’ every expectation
Every action’s an act of creation
I’m laughin' in the face of casualties and sorrow
For the first time, I’m thinkin’ past tomorrow

And I am not throwing away my shot
I am not throwing away my shot
Hey yo, I’m just like my country
I’m young, scrappy and hungry
And I’m not throwing away my shot

We’re gonna rise up (time to take a shot)
We’re gonna rise up (time to take a shot)
We’re gonna, rise up, rise up

It's time to take a shot
Rise up, rise up, it's time to take a shot
Rise up, it's time to take a shot
Rise up, take a shot, shot, shot
It's time to take a shot, time to take a shot
And I am not throwing away my shot
Not throwing away my shot

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I may not live to see our glory
But I will gladly join the fight
And when our children tell our story
They'll tell the story of tonight

Let's have another round tonight
Let's have another round tonight
Let's have another round tonight

Raise our glass to freedom
Something they can never take away
No matter what they tell you
Raise our glass to the four of us
Tomorrow there'll be more of us
Telling the story of tonight
The story of tonight

I may not live to see our glory
But I will gladly join the fight
And when our children tell our story
They'll tell the story of tonight

Let's have another round tonight
Let's have another round tonight
Let's have another round tonight

Raise our glass to freedom
Something they can never take away
No matter what they tell you
Raise our glass to the four of us
Tomorrow there'll be more of us
Telling the story of tonight
The story of tonight

Let's have another round tonight
Let's have another round tonight
Let's have another round tonight

Raise our glass to freedom
Something they can never take away
No matter what they tell you
Raise our glass to the four of us
Tomorrow there'll be more of us
Telling the story of tonight
The story of tonight

Raise our glass to freedom
They'll tell the story of tonight
Raise our glass to freedom
They'll tell the story of tonight
Raise our glass to freedom
They'll tell the story of tonight
Telling the story of tonight
Let's have another round tonight
The story of tonight

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Skittleyflakes:

Skittleyflakes:

Skittleyflakes:

Skittleyflakes:

Skittleyflakes:

How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore
And a Scotsman, dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot in the Caribbean by providence impoverished,
In squalor, grow up to be a hero and a scholar?

The ten-dollar founding father without a father
Got a lot farther by working a lot harder
By being a lot smarter By being a self-starter
By fourteen, they placed him in charge of a trading charter

And every day while slaves were being slaughtered and carted away
Across the waves, he struggled and kept his guard up
Inside, he was longing for something to be a part of
The brother was ready to beg, steal, borrow, or barter

Then a hurricane came, and devastation reigned
Our man saw his future drip, dripping down the drain
Put a pencil to his temple, connected it to his brain
And he wrote his first refrain, a testament to his pain

Well, the word got around, they said, this kid is insane, man
Took up a collection just to send him to the mainland
Get your education, don’t forget from whence you came
And the world is gonna know your name
What’s your name, man?

Alexander Hamilton
My name is Alexander Hamilton
And there’s a million things I haven’t done
But just you wait, just you wait

When he was ten his father split, full of it, debt-ridden
Two years later, see Alex and his mother bed-ridden
Half-dead sittin' in their own sick, the scent thick

And Alex got better but his mother went quick

Moved in with a cousin, the cousin committed suicide
Left him with nothin' but ruined pride, something new inside voice saying
Alex, you gotta fend for yourself

He started retreatin' and readin' every treatise on the shelf

There would have been nothin' left to do for someone less astute
He woulda been dead or destitute without a cent of restitution
Started workin', clerkin' for his late mother’s landlord
Tradin' sugar cane and rum and all the things he can’t afford
Scammin' for every book he can get his hands on
Plannin' for the future see him now as he stands on the bow of a ship headed for a new land
In New York you can be a new man

In New York you can be a new man
In New York you can be a new man
In New York you can be a new man
In New York you can be a new man
Just you wait

Alexander Hamilton

We are waiting in the wings for you

You could never back down
You never learned to take your time

Oh, Alexander Hamilton

When America sings for you
Will they know what you overcame?
Will they know you rewrote your game?
The world will never be the same, oh

The ship is in the harbor now
See if you can spot him

Another immigrant comin' up from the bottom

His enemies destroyed his rep America forgot him

We fought with him

Me, I died for him

Me, I trusted him

Me, I loved him

And me, I’m the damn fool that shot him

There’s a million things I haven’t done
But just you wait

What’s your name, man?

Alexander Hamilton

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Seventeen seventy-six
New York City
Pardon me, are you Aaron Burr, sir?

That depends, who’s asking?

Oh, sure, sir
I’m Alexander Hamilton, I’m at your service, sir
I have been looking for you

I’m getting nervous

Sir, I heard your name at Princeton
I was seeking an accelerated course of study
When I got sort of out of sorts with a buddy of yours
I may have punched him it’s a blur, sir
He handles the financials?

You punched the bursar?

Yes, I wanted to do what you did
Graduate in two, then join the revolution he looked at me like I was stupid I’m not stupid

So how’d you do it, how’d you graduate so fast?

It was my parent's dying wish before they passed

You're an orphan, of course I’m an orphan
God, I wish there was a war
Then we could prove that we’re worth more than anyone bargained for

Can I buy you a drink?
That would be nice

While we’re talking, let me offer you some free advice
Talk less

What?

Smile more

Ha

Don’t let them know what you're against or what you're for

You can't be serious

You wanna get ahead?

Yes

Fools who run their mouths off wind up dead

Yo yo yo yo yo
What time is it?

Show time

Like I said

Show time, show time
Yo, I’m John Lauren's in the place to be
Two pints o’ Sam Adams, but I’m workin' on three, uh
Those redcoats don’t want it with me
'Cause I will pop chick-a pop these cops till I’m free

Oui oui, mon ami, je m’appelle Lafayette
The Lancelot of the revolutionary set
I came from afar just to say bonsoir
Tell the king casse-toi
Who’s the best, c’est moi

Brrrah, brraaah I am Hercules Mulligan
Up in it, lovin' it, yes I heard ya mother said come again

Ay, lock up ya daughters and horses, of course
It’s hard to have intercourse over four sets of corsets (wow)

No more sex, pour me another brew, son
Let’s raise a couple more to the revolution

Well, if it ain’t the prodigy of Princeton college

Aaron Burr

Give us a verse, drop some knowledge

Good luck with that, you’re takin' a stand
You spit, I’m 'a sit
We’ll see where we land (boo)

Burr, the revolution’s imminent, what do you stall for?

If you stand for nothing Burr, what’ll you fall for?

Oh, who are you oh, who are you oh, who are you?
Oh, who is this kid, what’s he gonna do?

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I am not throwing away my shot
I am not throwing away my shot
Hey yo, I’m just like my country
I’m young, scrappy and hungry
And I’m not throwing away my shot
I’m ‘a get a scholarship to King’s College
I prob’ly shouldn’t brag, but dag, I amaze and astonish
The problem is I got a lot of brains but no polish
I gotta holler just to be heard
With every word, I drop knowledge
I’m a diamond in the rough, a shiny piece of coal
Tryin’ to reach my goal my power of speech, unimpeachable
Only nineteen but my mind is older
These New York City streets get colder, I shoulder
Every burden, every disadvantage
I have learned to manage, I don’t have a gun to brandish
I walk these streets famished
The plan is to fan this spark into a flame
But damn, it’s getting dark, so let me spell out the name
I am the A-L-E-X-A-N-D-E-R we are meant to be

A colony that runs independently
Meanwhile, Britain keeps shittin’ on us endlessly
Essentially, they tax us relentlessly
Then King George turns around, runs a spending spree
He ain’t ever gonna set his descendants free
So there will be a revolution in this century
Enter me, he says in parentheses

Don’t be shocked when your hist’ry book mentions me
I will lay down my life if it sets us free
Eventually, you’ll see my ascendancy

And I am not throwing away my shot
I am not throwing away my shot
Hey yo, I’m just like my country
I’m young, scrappy and hungry
And I’m not throwing away my shot

I am not throwing away my shot
I am not throwing away my shot
Hey yo, I’m just like my country
I’m young, scrappy and hungry
And I’m not throwing away my shot
It’s time to take a shot

I dream of life without a monarchy
The unrest in France will lead to onarchy?
Onarchy how you say, how you say, anarchy?
When I fight, I make the other side panicky
With my, shot

Yo, I’m a tailor’s apprentice
And I got y’all knuckleheads in loco parentis
I’m joining the rebellion 'cause I know it’s my chance
To socially advance, instead of sewin’ some pants
I’m gonna take a shot

But we’ll never be truly free
Until those in bondage have the same rights as you and me
You and I. Do or die. Wait till I sally in
On a stallion with the first black battalion
Have another shot

Geniuses, lower your voices
You keep out of trouble and you double your choices
I’m with you, but the situation is fraught
You’ve got to be carefully taught
If you talk, you’re gonna get shot

Burr, check what we got
Mister Lafayette, hard rock like Lancelot
I think your pants look hot
Laurens, I like you a lot
Let’s hatch a plot blacker than the kettle callin’ the pot
What are the odds the gods would put us all in one spot
Poppin’ a squat on conventional wisdom, like it or not
A bunch of revolutionary manumission abolitionists?
Give me a position, show me where the ammunition is

Oh, am I talkin’ too loud?
Sometimes I get over excited, shoot off at the mouth
I never had a group of friends before
I promise that I’ll make y’all proud

Let’s get this guy in front of a crowd

I am not throwing away my shot
I am not throwing away my shot
Hey yo, I’m just like my country
I’m young, scrappy and hungry
And I’m not throwing away my shot

I am not throwing away my shot
I am not throwing away my shot
Hey yo, I’m just like my country
I’m young, scrappy and hungry
And I’m not throwing away my shot

Everybody sing
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa
Ay, let ‘em hear ya

Let’s go

Whoa, whoa, whoa I said shout it to the rooftops
Whoa, whoa, whoa said, to the rooftops
Whoa, whoa, whoa come on

Come on, let’s go
Rise up
When you’re living on your knees, you rise up
Tell your brother that he’s gotta rise up
Tell your sister that she's gotta rise up

When are these colonies gonna rise up?
When are these colonies gonna rise up?
When are these colonies gonna rise up?
When are these colonies gonna rise up?

Rise up
I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory
When’s it gonna get me?
In my sleep, seven feet ahead of me?
If I see it comin’, do I run or do I let it be?
Is it like a beat without a melody?
See, I never thought I’d live past twenty
Where I come from some get half as many
Ask anybody why we livin’ fast and we laugh, reach for a flask
We have to make this moment last, that’s plenty

Scratch that this is not a moment, it’s the movement
Where all the hungriest brothers with something to prove went?
Foes oppose us, we take an honest stand
We roll like Moses, claimin’ our promised land
And? If we win our independence?
‘Zat a guarantee of freedom for our descendants?
Or will the blood we shed begin an endless cycle of vengeance and death with no defendants?
I know the action in the street is excitin'
But Jesus, between all the bleedin’ ‘n fightin’
I’ve been readin’ ‘n writin’
We need to handle our financial situation
Are we a nation of states what’s the state of our nation?
I’m past patiently waitin' I’m passionatelymashin’ every expectation
Every action’s an act of creation
I’m laughin' in the face of casualties and sorrow
For the first time, I’m thinkin’ past tomorrow

And I am not throwing away my shot
I am not throwing away my shot
Hey yo, I’m just like my country
I’m young, scrappy and hungry
And I’m not throwing away my shot

We’re gonna rise up (time to take a shot)
We’re gonna rise up (time to take a shot)
We’re gonna, rise up, rise up

It's time to take a shot
Rise up, rise up, it's time to take a shot
Rise up, it's time to take a shot
Rise up, take a shot, shot, shot
It's time to take a shot, time to take a shot
And I am not throwing away my shot
Not throwing away my shot

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I may not live to see our glory
But I will gladly join the fight
And when our children tell our story
They'll tell the story of tonight

Let's have another round tonight
Let's have another round tonight
Let's have another round tonight

Raise our glass to freedom
Something they can never take away
No matter what they tell you
Raise our glass to the four of us
Tomorrow there'll be more of us
Telling the story of tonight
The story of tonight

I may not live to see our glory
But I will gladly join the fight
And when our children tell our story
They'll tell the story of tonight

Let's have another round tonight
Let's have another round tonight
Let's have another round tonight

Raise our glass to freedom
Something they can never take away
No matter what they tell you
Raise our glass to the four of us
Tomorrow there'll be more of us
Telling the story of tonight
The story of tonight

Let's have another round tonight
Let's have another round tonight
Let's have another round tonight

Raise our glass to freedom
Something they can never take away
No matter what they tell you
Raise our glass to the four of us
Tomorrow there'll be more of us
Telling the story of tonight
The story of tonight

Raise our glass to freedom
They'll tell the story of tonight
Raise our glass to freedom
They'll tell the story of tonight
Raise our glass to freedom
They'll tell the story of tonight
Telling the story of tonight
Let's have another round tonight
The story of tonight

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There's nothing rich folks love more
Than going downtown and slummin' it with the poor
They pull up in their characters and gawk
at the students in their common just to watch them talk
Take Phillip Schuyler the man is loaded
uh oh but little does he know that his daughters
peggy angelica eliza sneak into the city just to watch all the guys



(Work! Work!)
Angelica, Eliza, and Peggy!
The Schuyler sisters
Angelica, Peggy, Eliza!
Work!

Daddy said to be home by sundown
Daddy doesn't need to know
Daddy said not to go downtown
Like, I said you're free to go, but look around, look around the revolution's happening in New York
(Angelica, Work!)

It's bad enough that he wants to go to war
People were shouting in the square
It's bad enough there'll be violence on our shore
New ideas in the air
Look around, look around,
Angelica remind me what we're looking for?
(She's looking for me!)
Eliza, I'm looking a mind at work
I'm looking for a mind at work
I'm looking for a mind at work
Woah woah woah woah work!

Woo! There's nothing like summer in the city
Someone in a rush next to someone looking pretty
Excuse me miss, I know it's not funny, but your perfume smells like your daddy's got money
but you're slummin' in the city with your fancy heels
you're searching for an urchin that will feed you ideals

Burr, you disgust me...

Ah, so you've discussed me?
I'm a trust fund baby, you can trust me

I've been reading Common Sense by Thomas Paine
Some may say that I'm intense or I'm insane
You want a revolution? I want a revelation!
So, listen to my declaration:
"We hold these truths to be self-evident that all men are created equal"
And when I meet Thomas Jefferson
I'm a' compel him to include women in the sequel, work!

Look around, look around, at how lucky we are to be alive right now
Look around, look around at how lucky we are to be alive right now
History is happening in Manhattan and we just happen to be in the greatest city in world!
In the greatest city in the world!

I've been reading Common Sense by Thomas Paine
Some may say that I'm intense or I'm insane
You want a revolution? I want a revelation!
So, listen to my declaration:
"We hold these truths to be self-evident that all men are created equal"

[simultaneously]
Look around, look around
the revolution is happening in new york!
Look around look around the revolutions happening in new york!
look around look around at how lucky we are to be alive right now!

Look around look around at how lucky we are to be alive right now!
History is happening in Manhattan and we just happen to be in the greatest city in the world!
The greatest city in the world!

(Work! Work!)
Angelica, Eliza, and Peggy!
The Schuyler sisters!
We're looking for a mind and work!
Hey, hey

The greatest city in the, greatest city in the world!
(The greatest city in the world!)

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Skittleyflakes:

Skittleyflakes:

Skittleyflakes:

Skittleyflakes:

Skittleyflakes:

Skittleyflakes:

How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore
And a Scotsman, dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot in the Caribbean by providence impoverished,
In squalor, grow up to be a hero and a scholar?

The ten-dollar founding father without a father
Got a lot farther by working a lot harder
By being a lot smarter By being a self-starter
By fourteen, they placed him in charge of a trading charter

And every day while slaves were being slaughtered and carted away
Across the waves, he struggled and kept his guard up
Inside, he was longing for something to be a part of
The brother was ready to beg, steal, borrow, or barter

Then a hurricane came, and devastation reigned
Our man saw his future drip, dripping down the drain
Put a pencil to his temple, connected it to his brain
And he wrote his first refrain, a testament to his pain

Well, the word got around, they said, this kid is insane, man
Took up a collection just to send him to the mainland
Get your education, don’t forget from whence you came
And the world is gonna know your name
What’s your name, man?

Alexander Hamilton
My name is Alexander Hamilton
And there’s a million things I haven’t done
But just you wait, just you wait

When he was ten his father split, full of it, debt-ridden
Two years later, see Alex and his mother bed-ridden
Half-dead sittin' in their own sick, the scent thick

And Alex got better but his mother went quick

Moved in with a cousin, the cousin committed suicide
Left him with nothin' but ruined pride, something new inside voice saying
Alex, you gotta fend for yourself

He started retreatin' and readin' every treatise on the shelf

There would have been nothin' left to do for someone less astute
He woulda been dead or destitute without a cent of restitution
Started workin', clerkin' for his late mother’s landlord
Tradin' sugar cane and rum and all the things he can’t afford
Scammin' for every book he can get his hands on
Plannin' for the future see him now as he stands on the bow of a ship headed for a new land
In New York you can be a new man

In New York you can be a new man
In New York you can be a new man
In New York you can be a new man
In New York you can be a new man
Just you wait

Alexander Hamilton

We are waiting in the wings for you

You could never back down
You never learned to take your time

Oh, Alexander Hamilton

When America sings for you
Will they know what you overcame?
Will they know you rewrote your game?
The world will never be the same, oh

The ship is in the harbor now
See if you can spot him

Another immigrant comin' up from the bottom

His enemies destroyed his rep America forgot him

We fought with him

Me, I died for him

Me, I trusted him

Me, I loved him

And me, I’m the damn fool that shot him

There’s a million things I haven’t done
But just you wait

What’s your name, man?

Alexander Hamilton

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Seventeen seventy-six
New York City
Pardon me, are you Aaron Burr, sir?

That depends, who’s asking?

Oh, sure, sir
I’m Alexander Hamilton, I’m at your service, sir
I have been looking for you

I’m getting nervous

Sir, I heard your name at Princeton
I was seeking an accelerated course of study
When I got sort of out of sorts with a buddy of yours
I may have punched him it’s a blur, sir
He handles the financials?

You punched the bursar?

Yes, I wanted to do what you did
Graduate in two, then join the revolution he looked at me like I was stupid I’m not stupid

So how’d you do it, how’d you graduate so fast?

It was my parent's dying wish before they passed

You're an orphan, of course I’m an orphan
God, I wish there was a war
Then we could prove that we’re worth more than anyone bargained for

Can I buy you a drink?
That would be nice

While we’re talking, let me offer you some free advice
Talk less

What?

Smile more

Ha

Don’t let them know what you're against or what you're for

You can't be serious

You wanna get ahead?

Yes

Fools who run their mouths off wind up dead

Yo yo yo yo yo
What time is it?

Show time

Like I said

Show time, show time
Yo, I’m John Lauren's in the place to be
Two pints o’ Sam Adams, but I’m workin' on three, uh
Those redcoats don’t want it with me
'Cause I will pop chick-a pop these cops till I’m free

Oui oui, mon ami, je m’appelle Lafayette
The Lancelot of the revolutionary set
I came from afar just to say bonsoir
Tell the king casse-toi
Who’s the best, c’est moi

Brrrah, brraaah I am Hercules Mulligan
Up in it, lovin' it, yes I heard ya mother said come again

Ay, lock up ya daughters and horses, of course
It’s hard to have intercourse over four sets of corsets (wow)

No more sex, pour me another brew, son
Let’s raise a couple more to the revolution

Well, if it ain’t the prodigy of Princeton college

Aaron Burr

Give us a verse, drop some knowledge

Good luck with that, you’re takin' a stand
You spit, I’m 'a sit
We’ll see where we land (boo)

Burr, the revolution’s imminent, what do you stall for?

If you stand for nothing Burr, what’ll you fall for?

Oh, who are you oh, who are you oh, who are you?
Oh, who is this kid, what’s he gonna do?

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I am not throwing away my shot
I am not throwing away my shot
Hey yo, I’m just like my country
I’m young, scrappy and hungry
And I’m not throwing away my shot
I’m ‘a get a scholarship to King’s College
I prob’ly shouldn’t brag, but dag, I amaze and astonish
The problem is I got a lot of brains but no polish
I gotta holler just to be heard
With every word, I drop knowledge
I’m a diamond in the rough, a shiny piece of coal
Tryin’ to reach my goal my power of speech, unimpeachable
Only nineteen but my mind is older
These New York City streets get colder, I shoulder
Every burden, every disadvantage
I have learned to manage, I don’t have a gun to brandish
I walk these streets famished
The plan is to fan this spark into a flame
But damn, it’s getting dark, so let me spell out the name
I am the A-L-E-X-A-N-D-E-R we are meant to be

A colony that runs independently
Meanwhile, Britain keeps shittin’ on us endlessly
Essentially, they tax us relentlessly
Then King George turns around, runs a spending spree
He ain’t ever gonna set his descendants free
So there will be a revolution in this century
Enter me, he says in parentheses

Don’t be shocked when your hist’ry book mentions me
I will lay down my life if it sets us free
Eventually, you’ll see my ascendancy

And I am not throwing away my shot
I am not throwing away my shot
Hey yo, I’m just like my country
I’m young, scrappy and hungry
And I’m not throwing away my shot

I am not throwing away my shot
I am not throwing away my shot
Hey yo, I’m just like my country
I’m young, scrappy and hungry
And I’m not throwing away my shot
It’s time to take a shot

I dream of life without a monarchy
The unrest in France will lead to onarchy?
Onarchy how you say, how you say, anarchy?
When I fight, I make the other side panicky
With my, shot

Yo, I’m a tailor’s apprentice
And I got y’all knuckleheads in loco parentis
I’m joining the rebellion 'cause I know it’s my chance
To socially advance, instead of sewin’ some pants
I’m gonna take a shot

But we’ll never be truly free
Until those in bondage have the same rights as you and me
You and I. Do or die. Wait till I sally in
On a stallion with the first black battalion
Have another shot

Geniuses, lower your voices
You keep out of trouble and you double your choices
I’m with you, but the situation is fraught
You’ve got to be carefully taught
If you talk, you’re gonna get shot

Burr, check what we got
Mister Lafayette, hard rock like Lancelot
I think your pants look hot
Laurens, I like you a lot
Let’s hatch a plot blacker than the kettle callin’ the pot
What are the odds the gods would put us all in one spot
Poppin’ a squat on conventional wisdom, like it or not
A bunch of revolutionary manumission abolitionists?
Give me a position, show me where the ammunition is

Oh, am I talkin’ too loud?
Sometimes I get over excited, shoot off at the mouth
I never had a group of friends before
I promise that I’ll make y’all proud

Let’s get this guy in front of a crowd

I am not throwing away my shot
I am not throwing away my shot
Hey yo, I’m just like my country
I’m young, scrappy and hungry
And I’m not throwing away my shot

I am not throwing away my shot
I am not throwing away my shot
Hey yo, I’m just like my country
I’m young, scrappy and hungry
And I’m not throwing away my shot

Everybody sing
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa
Ay, let ‘em hear ya

Let’s go

Whoa, whoa, whoa I said shout it to the rooftops
Whoa, whoa, whoa said, to the rooftops
Whoa, whoa, whoa come on

Come on, let’s go
Rise up
When you’re living on your knees, you rise up
Tell your brother that he’s gotta rise up
Tell your sister that she's gotta rise up

When are these colonies gonna rise up?
When are these colonies gonna rise up?
When are these colonies gonna rise up?
When are these colonies gonna rise up?

Rise up
I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory
When’s it gonna get me?
In my sleep, seven feet ahead of me?
If I see it comin’, do I run or do I let it be?
Is it like a beat without a melody?
See, I never thought I’d live past twenty
Where I come from some get half as many
Ask anybody why we livin’ fast and we laugh, reach for a flask
We have to make this moment last, that’s plenty

Scratch that this is not a moment, it’s the movement
Where all the hungriest brothers with something to prove went?
Foes oppose us, we take an honest stand
We roll like Moses, claimin’ our promised land
And? If we win our independence?
‘Zat a guarantee of freedom for our descendants?
Or will the blood we shed begin an endless cycle of vengeance and death with no defendants?
I know the action in the street is excitin'
But Jesus, between all the bleedin’ ‘n fightin’
I’ve been readin’ ‘n writin’
We need to handle our financial situation
Are we a nation of states what’s the state of our nation?
I’m past patiently waitin' I’m passionatelymashin’ every expectation
Every action’s an act of creation
I’m laughin' in the face of casualties and sorrow
For the first time, I’m thinkin’ past tomorrow

And I am not throwing away my shot
I am not throwing away my shot
Hey yo, I’m just like my country
I’m young, scrappy and hungry
And I’m not throwing away my shot

We’re gonna rise up (time to take a shot)
We’re gonna rise up (time to take a shot)
We’re gonna, rise up, rise up

It's time to take a shot
Rise up, rise up, it's time to take a shot
Rise up, it's time to take a shot
Rise up, take a shot, shot, shot
It's time to take a shot, time to take a shot
And I am not throwing away my shot
Not throwing away my shot

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I may not live to see our glory
But I will gladly join the fight
And when our children tell our story
They'll tell the story of tonight

Let's have another round tonight
Let's have another round tonight
Let's have another round tonight

Raise our glass to freedom
Something they can never take away
No matter what they tell you
Raise our glass to the four of us
Tomorrow there'll be more of us
Telling the story of tonight
The story of tonight

I may not live to see our glory
But I will gladly join the fight
And when our children tell our story
They'll tell the story of tonight

Let's have another round tonight
Let's have another round tonight
Let's have another round tonight

Raise our glass to freedom
Something they can never take away
No matter what they tell you
Raise our glass to the four of us
Tomorrow there'll be more of us
Telling the story of tonight
The story of tonight

Let's have another round tonight
Let's have another round tonight
Let's have another round tonight

Raise our glass to freedom
Something they can never take away
No matter what they tell you
Raise our glass to the four of us
Tomorrow there'll be more of us
Telling the story of tonight
The story of tonight

Raise our glass to freedom
They'll tell the story of tonight
Raise our glass to freedom
They'll tell the story of tonight
Raise our glass to freedom
They'll tell the story of tonight
Telling the story of tonight
Let's have another round tonight
The story of tonight

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There's nothing rich folks love more
Than going downtown and slummin' it with the poor
They pull up in their characters and gawk
at the students in their common just to watch them talk
Take Phillip Schuyler the man is loaded
uh oh but little does he know that his daughters
peggy angelica eliza sneak into the city just to watch all the guys



(Work! Work!)
Angelica, Eliza, and Peggy!
The Schuyler sisters
Angelica, Peggy, Eliza!
Work!

Daddy said to be home by sundown
Daddy doesn't need to know
Daddy said not to go downtown
Like, I said you're free to go, but look around, look around the revolution's happening in New York
(Angelica, Work!)

It's bad enough that he wants to go to war
People were shouting in the square
It's bad enough there'll be violence on our shore
New ideas in the air
Look around, look around,
Angelica remind me what we're looking for?
(She's looking for me!)
Eliza, I'm looking a mind at work
I'm looking for a mind at work
I'm looking for a mind at work
Woah woah woah woah work!

Woo! There's nothing like summer in the city
Someone in a rush next to someone looking pretty
Excuse me miss, I know it's not funny, but your perfume smells like your daddy's got money
but you're slummin' in the city with your fancy heels
you're searching for an urchin that will feed you ideals

Burr, you disgust me...

Ah, so you've discussed me?
I'm a trust fund baby, you can trust me

I've been reading Common Sense by Thomas Paine
Some may say that I'm intense or I'm insane
You want a revolution? I want a revelation!
So, listen to my declaration:
"We hold these truths to be self-evident that all men are created equal"
And when I meet Thomas Jefferson
I'm a' compel him to include women in the sequel, work!

Look around, look around, at how lucky we are to be alive right now
Look around, look around at how lucky we are to be alive right now
History is happening in Manhattan and we just happen to be in the greatest city in world!
In the greatest city in the world!

I've been reading Common Sense by Thomas Paine
Some may say that I'm intense or I'm insane
You want a revolution? I want a revelation!
So, listen to my declaration:
"We hold these truths to be self-evident that all men are created equal"

[simultaneously]
Look around, look around
the revolution is happening in new york!
Look around look around the revolutions happening in new york!
look around look around at how lucky we are to be alive right now!

Look around look around at how lucky we are to be alive right now!
History is happening in Manhattan and we just happen to be in the greatest city in the world!
The greatest city in the world!

(Work! Work!)
Angelica, Eliza, and Peggy!
The Schuyler sisters!
We're looking for a mind and work!
Hey, hey

The greatest city in the, greatest city in the world!
(The greatest city in the world!)

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Hear ye, hear ye my name is Samuel Seabury
And I present free thoughts on the proceedings of the continental congress
Heed not the rabble who scream revolution
They have not your interests at heart

Oh my God tear this dude apart

Chaos and bloodshed are not a solution
Don’t let them lead you astray
This congress does not speak for me

Let him be

They’re playing a dangerous game
I pray the king shows you his mercy
For shame, for shame

Yo he’d have you all unravel at the sound of screams but the
Revolution is comin’ the have-nots are gonna
Win this it’s hard to listen to you with a straight face

Chaos and bloodshed already haunt us, honestly you shouldn’t even talk
And what about Boston?
Look at the cost, n’ all that we’ve lost n’ you talk about congress?
This Congress does not speak for me
My dog speaks more eloquently than thee

You’re playing a dangerous game but strangely, your mange is the same

I pray the king shows you his mercy

Is he in Jersey?

For shame, for the Revolution

For shame, for the Revolution

Heed, if you repeat yourself again I’m gonna
Scream, honestly, look at me, please don’t read

Not your interest

Don’t modulate the key then not debate with me
Why should a tiny island across the sea regulate the price of tea?

Alexander, please

Burr, I’d rather be divisive than indecisive, drop the niceties

Silence amessage from the king
A message from the king, a message from the king

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Skittleyflakes:

Skittleyflakes:

Skittleyflakes:

Skittleyflakes:

Skittleyflakes:

Skittleyflakes:

Skittleyflakes:

How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore
And a Scotsman, dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot in the Caribbean by providence impoverished,
In squalor, grow up to be a hero and a scholar?

The ten-dollar founding father without a father
Got a lot farther by working a lot harder
By being a lot smarter By being a self-starter
By fourteen, they placed him in charge of a trading charter

And every day while slaves were being slaughtered and carted away
Across the waves, he struggled and kept his guard up
Inside, he was longing for something to be a part of
The brother was ready to beg, steal, borrow, or barter

Then a hurricane came, and devastation reigned
Our man saw his future drip, dripping down the drain
Put a pencil to his temple, connected it to his brain
And he wrote his first refrain, a testament to his pain

Well, the word got around, they said, this kid is insane, man
Took up a collection just to send him to the mainland
Get your education, don’t forget from whence you came
And the world is gonna know your name
What’s your name, man?

Alexander Hamilton
My name is Alexander Hamilton
And there’s a million things I haven’t done
But just you wait, just you wait

When he was ten his father split, full of it, debt-ridden
Two years later, see Alex and his mother bed-ridden
Half-dead sittin' in their own sick, the scent thick

And Alex got better but his mother went quick

Moved in with a cousin, the cousin committed suicide
Left him with nothin' but ruined pride, something new inside voice saying
Alex, you gotta fend for yourself

He started retreatin' and readin' every treatise on the shelf

There would have been nothin' left to do for someone less astute
He woulda been dead or destitute without a cent of restitution
Started workin', clerkin' for his late mother’s landlord
Tradin' sugar cane and rum and all the things he can’t afford
Scammin' for every book he can get his hands on
Plannin' for the future see him now as he stands on the bow of a ship headed for a new land
In New York you can be a new man

In New York you can be a new man
In New York you can be a new man
In New York you can be a new man
In New York you can be a new man
Just you wait

Alexander Hamilton

We are waiting in the wings for you

You could never back down
You never learned to take your time

Oh, Alexander Hamilton

When America sings for you
Will they know what you overcame?
Will they know you rewrote your game?
The world will never be the same, oh

The ship is in the harbor now
See if you can spot him

Another immigrant comin' up from the bottom

His enemies destroyed his rep America forgot him

We fought with him

Me, I died for him

Me, I trusted him

Me, I loved him

And me, I’m the damn fool that shot him

There’s a million things I haven’t done
But just you wait

What’s your name, man?

Alexander Hamilton

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Seventeen seventy-six
New York City
Pardon me, are you Aaron Burr, sir?

That depends, who’s asking?

Oh, sure, sir
I’m Alexander Hamilton, I’m at your service, sir
I have been looking for you

I’m getting nervous

Sir, I heard your name at Princeton
I was seeking an accelerated course of study
When I got sort of out of sorts with a buddy of yours
I may have punched him it’s a blur, sir
He handles the financials?

You punched the bursar?

Yes, I wanted to do what you did
Graduate in two, then join the revolution he looked at me like I was stupid I’m not stupid

So how’d you do it, how’d you graduate so fast?

It was my parent's dying wish before they passed

You're an orphan, of course I’m an orphan
God, I wish there was a war
Then we could prove that we’re worth more than anyone bargained for

Can I buy you a drink?
That would be nice

While we’re talking, let me offer you some free advice
Talk less

What?

Smile more

Ha

Don’t let them know what you're against or what you're for

You can't be serious

You wanna get ahead?

Yes

Fools who run their mouths off wind up dead

Yo yo yo yo yo
What time is it?

Show time

Like I said

Show time, show time
Yo, I’m John Lauren's in the place to be
Two pints o’ Sam Adams, but I’m workin' on three, uh
Those redcoats don’t want it with me
'Cause I will pop chick-a pop these cops till I’m free

Oui oui, mon ami, je m’appelle Lafayette
The Lancelot of the revolutionary set
I came from afar just to say bonsoir
Tell the king casse-toi
Who’s the best, c’est moi

Brrrah, brraaah I am Hercules Mulligan
Up in it, lovin' it, yes I heard ya mother said come again

Ay, lock up ya daughters and horses, of course
It’s hard to have intercourse over four sets of corsets (wow)

No more sex, pour me another brew, son
Let’s raise a couple more to the revolution

Well, if it ain’t the prodigy of Princeton college

Aaron Burr

Give us a verse, drop some knowledge

Good luck with that, you’re takin' a stand
You spit, I’m 'a sit
We’ll see where we land (boo)

Burr, the revolution’s imminent, what do you stall for?

If you stand for nothing Burr, what’ll you fall for?

Oh, who are you oh, who are you oh, who are you?
Oh, who is this kid, what’s he gonna do?

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I am not throwing away my shot
I am not throwing away my shot
Hey yo, I’m just like my country
I’m young, scrappy and hungry
And I’m not throwing away my shot
I’m ‘a get a scholarship to King’s College
I prob’ly shouldn’t brag, but dag, I amaze and astonish
The problem is I got a lot of brains but no polish
I gotta holler just to be heard
With every word, I drop knowledge
I’m a diamond in the rough, a shiny piece of coal
Tryin’ to reach my goal my power of speech, unimpeachable
Only nineteen but my mind is older
These New York City streets get colder, I shoulder
Every burden, every disadvantage
I have learned to manage, I don’t have a gun to brandish
I walk these streets famished
The plan is to fan this spark into a flame
But damn, it’s getting dark, so let me spell out the name
I am the A-L-E-X-A-N-D-E-R we are meant to be

A colony that runs independently
Meanwhile, Britain keeps shittin’ on us endlessly
Essentially, they tax us relentlessly
Then King George turns around, runs a spending spree
He ain’t ever gonna set his descendants free
So there will be a revolution in this century
Enter me, he says in parentheses

Don’t be shocked when your hist’ry book mentions me
I will lay down my life if it sets us free
Eventually, you’ll see my ascendancy

And I am not throwing away my shot
I am not throwing away my shot
Hey yo, I’m just like my country
I’m young, scrappy and hungry
And I’m not throwing away my shot

I am not throwing away my shot
I am not throwing away my shot
Hey yo, I’m just like my country
I’m young, scrappy and hungry
And I’m not throwing away my shot
It’s time to take a shot

I dream of life without a monarchy
The unrest in France will lead to onarchy?
Onarchy how you say, how you say, anarchy?
When I fight, I make the other side panicky
With my, shot

Yo, I’m a tailor’s apprentice
And I got y’all knuckleheads in loco parentis
I’m joining the rebellion 'cause I know it’s my chance
To socially advance, instead of sewin’ some pants
I’m gonna take a shot

But we’ll never be truly free
Until those in bondage have the same rights as you and me
You and I. Do or die. Wait till I sally in
On a stallion with the first black battalion
Have another shot

Geniuses, lower your voices
You keep out of trouble and you double your choices
I’m with you, but the situation is fraught
You’ve got to be carefully taught
If you talk, you’re gonna get shot

Burr, check what we got
Mister Lafayette, hard rock like Lancelot
I think your pants look hot
Laurens, I like you a lot
Let’s hatch a plot blacker than the kettle callin’ the pot
What are the odds the gods would put us all in one spot
Poppin’ a squat on conventional wisdom, like it or not
A bunch of revolutionary manumission abolitionists?
Give me a position, show me where the ammunition is

Oh, am I talkin’ too loud?
Sometimes I get over excited, shoot off at the mouth
I never had a group of friends before
I promise that I’ll make y’all proud

Let’s get this guy in front of a crowd

I am not throwing away my shot
I am not throwing away my shot
Hey yo, I’m just like my country
I’m young, scrappy and hungry
And I’m not throwing away my shot

I am not throwing away my shot
I am not throwing away my shot
Hey yo, I’m just like my country
I’m young, scrappy and hungry
And I’m not throwing away my shot

Everybody sing
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa
Ay, let ‘em hear ya

Let’s go

Whoa, whoa, whoa I said shout it to the rooftops
Whoa, whoa, whoa said, to the rooftops
Whoa, whoa, whoa come on

Come on, let’s go
Rise up
When you’re living on your knees, you rise up
Tell your brother that he’s gotta rise up
Tell your sister that she's gotta rise up

When are these colonies gonna rise up?
When are these colonies gonna rise up?
When are these colonies gonna rise up?
When are these colonies gonna rise up?

Rise up
I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory
When’s it gonna get me?
In my sleep, seven feet ahead of me?
If I see it comin’, do I run or do I let it be?
Is it like a beat without a melody?
See, I never thought I’d live past twenty
Where I come from some get half as many
Ask anybody why we livin’ fast and we laugh, reach for a flask
We have to make this moment last, that’s plenty

Scratch that this is not a moment, it’s the movement
Where all the hungriest brothers with something to prove went?
Foes oppose us, we take an honest stand
We roll like Moses, claimin’ our promised land
And? If we win our independence?
‘Zat a guarantee of freedom for our descendants?
Or will the blood we shed begin an endless cycle of vengeance and death with no defendants?
I know the action in the street is excitin'
But Jesus, between all the bleedin’ ‘n fightin’
I’ve been readin’ ‘n writin’
We need to handle our financial situation
Are we a nation of states what’s the state of our nation?
I’m past patiently waitin' I’m passionatelymashin’ every expectation
Every action’s an act of creation
I’m laughin' in the face of casualties and sorrow
For the first time, I’m thinkin’ past tomorrow

And I am not throwing away my shot
I am not throwing away my shot
Hey yo, I’m just like my country
I’m young, scrappy and hungry
And I’m not throwing away my shot

We’re gonna rise up (time to take a shot)
We’re gonna rise up (time to take a shot)
We’re gonna, rise up, rise up

It's time to take a shot
Rise up, rise up, it's time to take a shot
Rise up, it's time to take a shot
Rise up, take a shot, shot, shot
It's time to take a shot, time to take a shot
And I am not throwing away my shot
Not throwing away my shot

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I may not live to see our glory
But I will gladly join the fight
And when our children tell our story
They'll tell the story of tonight

Let's have another round tonight
Let's have another round tonight
Let's have another round tonight

Raise our glass to freedom
Something they can never take away
No matter what they tell you
Raise our glass to the four of us
Tomorrow there'll be more of us
Telling the story of tonight
The story of tonight

I may not live to see our glory
But I will gladly join the fight
And when our children tell our story
They'll tell the story of tonight

Let's have another round tonight
Let's have another round tonight
Let's have another round tonight

Raise our glass to freedom
Something they can never take away
No matter what they tell you
Raise our glass to the four of us
Tomorrow there'll be more of us
Telling the story of tonight
The story of tonight

Let's have another round tonight
Let's have another round tonight
Let's have another round tonight

Raise our glass to freedom
Something they can never take away
No matter what they tell you
Raise our glass to the four of us
Tomorrow there'll be more of us
Telling the story of tonight
The story of tonight

Raise our glass to freedom
They'll tell the story of tonight
Raise our glass to freedom
They'll tell the story of tonight
Raise our glass to freedom
They'll tell the story of tonight
Telling the story of tonight
Let's have another round tonight
The story of tonight

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There's nothing rich folks love more
Than going downtown and slummin' it with the poor
They pull up in their characters and gawk
at the students in their common just to watch them talk
Take Phillip Schuyler the man is loaded
uh oh but little does he know that his daughters
peggy angelica eliza sneak into the city just to watch all the guys



(Work! Work!)
Angelica, Eliza, and Peggy!
The Schuyler sisters
Angelica, Peggy, Eliza!
Work!

Daddy said to be home by sundown
Daddy doesn't need to know
Daddy said not to go downtown
Like, I said you're free to go, but look around, look around the revolution's happening in New York
(Angelica, Work!)

It's bad enough that he wants to go to war
People were shouting in the square
It's bad enough there'll be violence on our shore
New ideas in the air
Look around, look around,
Angelica remind me what we're looking for?
(She's looking for me!)
Eliza, I'm looking a mind at work
I'm looking for a mind at work
I'm looking for a mind at work
Woah woah woah woah work!

Woo! There's nothing like summer in the city
Someone in a rush next to someone looking pretty
Excuse me miss, I know it's not funny, but your perfume smells like your daddy's got money
but you're slummin' in the city with your fancy heels
you're searching for an urchin that will feed you ideals

Burr, you disgust me...

Ah, so you've discussed me?
I'm a trust fund baby, you can trust me

I've been reading Common Sense by Thomas Paine
Some may say that I'm intense or I'm insane
You want a revolution? I want a revelation!
So, listen to my declaration:
"We hold these truths to be self-evident that all men are created equal"
And when I meet Thomas Jefferson
I'm a' compel him to include women in the sequel, work!

Look around, look around, at how lucky we are to be alive right now
Look around, look around at how lucky we are to be alive right now
History is happening in Manhattan and we just happen to be in the greatest city in world!
In the greatest city in the world!

I've been reading Common Sense by Thomas Paine
Some may say that I'm intense or I'm insane
You want a revolution? I want a revelation!
So, listen to my declaration:
"We hold these truths to be self-evident that all men are created equal"

[simultaneously]
Look around, look around
the revolution is happening in new york!
Look around look around the revolutions happening in new york!
look around look around at how lucky we are to be alive right now!

Look around look around at how lucky we are to be alive right now!
History is happening in Manhattan and we just happen to be in the greatest city in the world!
The greatest city in the world!

(Work! Work!)
Angelica, Eliza, and Peggy!
The Schuyler sisters!
We're looking for a mind and work!
Hey, hey

The greatest city in the, greatest city in the world!
(The greatest city in the world!)

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Hear ye, hear ye my name is Samuel Seabury
And I present free thoughts on the proceedings of the continental congress
Heed not the rabble who scream revolution
They have not your interests at heart

Oh my God tear this dude apart

Chaos and bloodshed are not a solution
Don’t let them lead you astray
This congress does not speak for me

Let him be

They’re playing a dangerous game
I pray the king shows you his mercy
For shame, for shame

Yo he’d have you all unravel at the sound of screams but the
Revolution is comin’ the have-nots are gonna
Win this it’s hard to listen to you with a straight face

Chaos and bloodshed already haunt us, honestly you shouldn’t even talk
And what about Boston?
Look at the cost, n’ all that we’ve lost n’ you talk about congress?
This Congress does not speak for me
My dog speaks more eloquently than thee

You’re playing a dangerous game but strangely, your mange is the same

I pray the king shows you his mercy

Is he in Jersey?

For shame, for the Revolution

For shame, for the Revolution

Heed, if you repeat yourself again I’m gonna
Scream, honestly, look at me, please don’t read

Not your interest

Don’t modulate the key then not debate with me
Why should a tiny island across the sea regulate the price of tea?

Alexander, please

Burr, I’d rather be divisive than indecisive, drop the niceties

Silence amessage from the king
A message from the king, a message from the king

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You say
The price of my love's not a price that you're willing to pay
You cry
In your tea which you hurl in the sea when you see me go by
Why so sad?
Remember we made an arrangement when you went away
Now you're making me mad
Remember, despite our estrangement, I'm your man
You'll be back, soon you'll see
You'll remember you belong to me
You'll be back, time will tell
You'll remember that I served you well
Oceans rise, empires fall
We have seen each other through it all
And when push comes to shove
I will send a fully armed battalion to remind you of my love!

Da da da dat da dat da da da da ya da
Da da dat dat da ya da!
Da da da dat da dat da da da da ya da
Da da dat dat da…

You say our love is draining and you can't go on
You'll be the one complaining when I am gone...
And no, don't change the subject
'Cause you're my favorite subject
My sweet, submissive subject
My loyal, royal subject
Forever and ever and ever and ever and ever…

You'll be back like before
I will fight the fight and win the war
For your love, for your praise
And I'll love you till my dying days
When you're gone, I'll go mad
So don't throw away this thing we had
'Cause when push comes to shove
I will kill your friends and family to remind you of my love

Da da da dat da dat da da da da ya da
Da da dat dat da ya da!
Da da da dat da dat da da da da ya da
Da da dat—
Everybody!

Da da da dat da dat da da da da ya da
Da da dat dat da ya da!
Da da da dat da dat da da da da ya da da da da
Dat dat da ya da!

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