(I'm a general, whee!)
(Ooh!)
(Raise a glass)
(Stay alive) instead of me, he promotes Charles Lee
A thousand soldiers die in a hundred-degree heat
Alex, listen, there's only one way to win this
Alexander, you're the closest friend I've got
And every day's a test of our camaraderie and bravery
And every day, sir, entrust me with a command
And every day-
As we snatch a stalemate from the jaws of defeat
Attack!
But there's so many of them
But, sir [1]
But, sir [2]
Charles Lee was left behind without a pot to piss in
Chick-a-plao!
Congress writes, "George, attack the British forces"
Don't do a thing, history will prove him wrong
Don't engage, strike by night
Everyone, attack!
Hamilton
Have Lafayette take the lead
He dismisses me out of hand
He shits the bed at the Battle of Monmouth
He started saying this to anybody who would listen
Hit 'em quick, get out fast
I ask for French aid, I pray that France has sent a ship
I can't disobey direct orders
I go back to New York and my apprenticeship
I have never seen the General so despondent
I have taken over writing all his correspondence
I shoot back, we have resorted to eating our horses
I stay with Hamilton, we write essays against slavery
I'm sorry, is this not your speed?
Indecisive from crisis to crisis
Is turn 'n go back to plantin' tobacco in Mount Vernon
Laurens, do not throw away your shot
Local merchants deny us equipment, assistance
Make it impossible to justify the cost of the fight (uh-huh)
Makes him second-in-command
No
Outlast [1]
Outlast [2]
Outright
Outrun [1]
Outrun [2]
Provoke outrage
Ready, sir
Remain relentless 'til their troops take slight
Retreat! [1]
Retreat! [2]
Stay alive 'til this horror show is past
Stay alive [1]
Stay alive [2]
Strong words from Lee, someone oughta hold him to it
That's right
The best thing he can do for the revolution
The cavalry's not coming
Then I'll do it
They only take British money, so sing a song of sixpence
Washington cannot be left alone to his devices
We cut supply lines, we steal contraband
We have a war to fight, let's move along
We pick and choose our battles and places to take a stand
We're gonna fly a lot of flags half-mast
What are you doing, Lee? Get back on your feet!
Yeah, he's not the choice I would've gone with
Yes, sir