You say the hill's too steep to climb
You say you'd like to see me try
You pick the place and I'll choose the time
And I'll climb
The hill in my own way
just wait a while, for the right day
And as I rise above the treeline and the clouds
I look down hear the sound of the things you said today
Fearlessly the idiot faced the crowd, smiling
Merciless, the magistrate turns 'round, frowning
and who's the fool who wears the crown
Go down in your own way
And everyday is the right day
And as you rise above the fear lines in his brown
You look down
Hear the sound of the faces in the crowd
It's "And as you rise above the fear lines in his brow".
I always wondered if it was the fear lines in the brow of the one chiding in the first verse (as it is again the chorous), of the magistrate, or of the fool that took the crown upon his head. Or all of them....
I love the soccer chants in the background. The mob, the rabble - your friends or the enemy.
IPA's are awful, but thankfully a lot of the American breweries are getting better and now make some pretty damn good helles lagers and hefeweizens. Yuengling actually made an awesome weizen but they discontinued it for some reason.