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I am not throwin’ away my shot! ‘Til the world turns upside down… I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory.
This is where it gets me: on my feet
The enemy ahead of me
If this is the end of me, at least I have a friend with me
Weapon in my hand, a command, and my men with me
Then I remember my Eliza’s expecting me...
Not only that, my Eliza’s expecting
We gotta go, gotta get the job done
Gotta start a new nation, gotta meet my son!
Take the bullets out your gun!
What?
The bullets out your gun!
What?
We move under cover and we move as one
Through the night, we have one shot to live another day
We cannot let a stray gunshot give us away
We will fight up close, seize the moment and stay in it
It’s either that or meet the business end of a bayonet
The code word is ‘Rochambeau,’ dig me?
Rochambeau!
You have your orders now, go, man, go!
And so the American experiment begins
With my friends all scattered to the winds
Laurens is in South Carolina, redefining brav’ry
We’ll never be free until we end slavery!
When we finally drive the British away
Lafayette is there waiting—
In Chesapeake Bay!
How did we know that this plan would work?
We had a spy on the inside. That’s right
Hercules Mulligan!
A tailor spyin’ on the British government!
I take their measurements, information and then I smuggle it
Up!
To my brother's revolutionary covenant
I’m runnin’ with the Sons of Liberty and I am lovin’ it!
See, that’s what happens when you up against the ruffians
We in the shit now, somebody gotta shovel it!
Hercules Mulligan, I need no introduction
When you knock me down I get the fvck back up again!
Left! Right! Hold!
Go!
What! What! What!
(Sorry... I just had to get to my favorite part of my favorite song)