Hail to the Chief we have chosen for the nation, Hail to the Chief! We salute him, one and all. Hail to the Chief, as we pledge cooperation In proud
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Translation: First Daughter soundtrack. Traditional - hail To The Chief.
Now with a future uncertain Lead us all to war After the bullet has sped through our heads After we sing songs in praise of the dead We'll sing hail to the chief
I want to be any other where I know it's hell out there Here in the borders of America Town All of the dollies are spinning round and round and round Hail to the chief
It's a new king on the throne and his crown is a hat That say, free Pimp C, now what's fuckin' with that? Hail to the chief
It's a new king on the throne, and his chrown is a hat, that says FREE PIMP C, now what's fuckin' with that? Hail to the chief..
town I rode thru I had to threaten to blow their city up Undebts with Chief Black, caught five miles west sell us some beads and hail us some weed He
Some folks are born made to wave the flag Ooh, they're red, white and blue And when the band plays, "Hail to the chief" Oh, they point the cannon at you
Some folks are born, made to wave the flag Ooh, they're red, white and blue And when the band plays "Hail To The Chief" They point the cannon right at
lives, Demand the oceans to freeze and ice So you can walk upon the water like Jesus Christ They want that we need, All hail to the chief Have the meager
Was the night - I was young When my father called for his first born son Took me place at his side While this great chief raged in the fire light We'd
pricks stood back And watched their companies drown They paid us with junk bonds Sold stocks before the sale But they failed! All Hail! To Chief Execs
his scythe I don't want to be born I don't want it Leave me in Hell, oh, oh Let's go Hail satanic majesties Sabbath, my crucifix Evil, chief satanist
could see the dawn Like the Bishop Magic Juan that's why I write freedom songs For the real people I wonder if the spirits of Bob Marley and Haile Selassie
And make 'em show up them thangs Take 'em in the room go in his pockets And then blow up his brain No matter the weather Rain, snow, sleet, or hail
Be ready to roll Ready, ready, ready to roll [verse 2] Hail to the cabbie who turns with ease, you know I seen him sleazing around these alleys Hail to the chief
