Kult - Ręce do góry

On the highway, a carriage was travelling, in the carriage sat the Noble Lord
In the lands neighbouring the castle
When he had a nap, he was awakened by a wild scream
The coachman lay dead, the bandits were shouting

The carriage stood on the highway, plundered by the bandits
The Lord didn’t want to give up his gold, so they shackled him
They took the gold, the carriage, and led the horses far away
That’s what happened because the Noble Lord didn’t give in peacefully

Hands up, give all the gold you're carrying with you
Hands up, by force or willingly
Hands up, give all the gold you're carrying with you
Hands up, by force or willingly

And some time passed, the highway emptied
And only one peasant, walking by, saw the bandits again
He got scared and hid, but they caught him too
They took two coins and beat his neck with a stick

A young nobleman was heading to the nearby town for his education
His parents sent him to make something of himself
As he walked along the highway, pondering his future
They ambushed him, robbed him without mercy

Hands up, give all the gold you're carrying with you
Hands up, by force or willingly
Hands up, give all the gold you're carrying with you
Hands up, by force or willingly

Many years passed, and there’s no more highway
Now in the same place runs a street
And only the bandits remain, dressed much better
Lying in wait for a victim, to rob them more brazenly

As there’s work, there’s pay, when you go to collect what’s due
And the elegant bandits point their fingers at you
You hear – it’s no joke, we don’t play games here
Our leader sent us to clean out your earnings

Hands up, give all the gold you're carrying with you
Hands up, by force or willingly
Hands up, give all the gold you're carrying with you
Hands up, by force or willingly

Hands up, give all the gold you're carrying with you
Hands up, by force or willingly
Hands up, give all the gold you're carrying with you
Hands up, give it up…