Harold & Kumar Escape from Guantanamo Bay movie

Harold & Kumar Escape from Guantanamo Bay movie - In the Beginning lyrics

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So

In the beginning there was hum

From a poet whose pulse fell

Drum, drum, drum!

He would perform prayers and all

'Till one day he heard a voice call,

"Come, come, come!"

Suspicious, he moved with vicious caution

Dismisses, he thinks it's a little off

People get held back

By the voice inside them

Yo:

The voice said, "I'm poised to speak inside you

Rejoice and please let me invite you

To evil, greed, and lies too"

Yeah:

Confusing days, he moved in ways he soon became a kuuni

Boom, boom, boom!

A knock on his door, his lord is no more

A knock on his door, his soul is no more

La la la la- yeah

La la la la- that was in the beginning

La la la la- as the story goes on...

La la la la-

So, so, so:

The poet's got a proposal

He would always hope but never know

What it feels to be free

He would be the frozen, imposed as the chosen on all those opposing

But he would be greedy

That's got him there

He's power-hungry and proud too

People don't care, people just scared

People don't care, people just pray

La la la la- yeah

La la la la- that was in the beginning

La la la la- there was a hum

La la la la- and things change

La la la la-

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Say:

It's better to light a candle than to curse the dark

In the eyes of the youth, there are question marks, like freedom

Freedom for the mind and soul, we don't see them

See them for their worth at all, that's why we lead them

Lead them to these wars and what is it we feed them

Feed them our impurities and who it is we treat them

Treat them like the enemy, humanity will need them

Need them like the blood we spill and we're freedom

Freedom for the hearts we fill

Mislead them

They hunger for the love we give

But we cheat them

The cops beat him when all he wants is his freedom

So they defeat him

Whatever spirit he's got

Beat him

And they teach him that the rest of the world don't need him

And he believes it's a disease; that he's heathen

Put up your fists if all you want is freedom

Put up your fists if all you want is...

La la la la-

La la la la- that was in the beginning

La la la la- and things change

La la la la-

Yeah, yeah, yeah:

And we keep holding on

And we keep being strong

And we keep going on

And on and on and on

[Thanks to Phoebus, Rajesh Camadoo for lyrics]

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