HTTR - Hail To The Redskins

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The past gets respect....The future gets pursuit.
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Hail, hail hail to the redskins
Can you feel this passion, its amazing
Hail, hail hail to the redskins
Crowds roar, horns blow, see the fire blazing
Hail, hail hail to the redskins
Its in our soul, we bleed burgundy and gold
Hail, hail hail to the redskins
We got one goal, and that's the superbowl

Verse 1
You feel it in the air, it's not a mystery/
That's the sound of fans cheering for victory/
That's the sound of respect for our history/
You don't understand them skins, its time you had a epiphany/
1932, birth of a franchise/
1937, we moved to the capitol/
1983, fans cheered with their hands high/
As we won our first superbowl, now we're after more/
Salute to them great skins, they so tough/
Sammy Baugh, George Allen, and Sam Huff/
Joe Gibbs, Sonny Jurgensen, and Big Russ/
Art Monk, Darrell Green, John Riggings running like a truck/
The past gets respect, can't forget the old teams/
The future gets pursuit, and we do that boldly/
We won't stop until a ring is what we're holding/
Keep the praise and accolades we want Lombardis trophy.

Verse 2
You feel adrenaline, all week you wait for it/
Your hearts beating every Sunday, pace for it/
Tail gaits got you bar b queing steak for it/
Parking lot grilling, you ready to put on weight for it/
But that's the culture, when you rooting for them Skins/
Make you scream for your team hoping that they win/
Somehow its more than just a victory you feel within/
When they are successful, you feel like your cheers got them in/
Like you on the field, like you had the skill/
To drag defenders on your heels, with nothing but will/
Like you were the one, who caught the ball thrown/
And dove for the cone, 7 yards outside the end zone/
Loyalty is something we demand/
DC, Maryland, and Virginia, stand/
All my Redskins fans, please lift your hands/
Hail to the Redskins, que the band.

Verse 3
It aint sweet when we meet, cuz you will feel defeat/
We are beast and we feast on the NFC East/
If you're coming into fed ex, watch your speech/
Because our cleats, can reach, what you put in your seats/
We aint pretty, but believe we tougher than steel irons/
And you can call us David the way that we kill giants/
We'll leave your team cryin, and sighing, they look frightened/
The pressure we applying, wont lighten it just tightens/
And if we catch an Eagle flying, this how we handle/
Clip its wings, stuff it, then we mount it on our mantel/
Trample, all opposition, in our way/
And we don't even care about that team across the beltway/
Them Cowgirls be polluting our bars/
You would think we're paparazzi, the way we shooting at stars/
This movement of ours, will go and make your head spin/
You know the chant, Hail to the Redskins.