When the clock strikes
And they turn on the lights
It don't matter about the size of the hawk in the fight

All that matters is you know that this feeling is right
'Cause you've been waiting for this moment for all of your life
When you head to war, you got to know

That you ain't fighting alone 'cause that's what you've got your team for
And when you're down they'll carry you on their back
'Cause a Jayhawk never stops flying in it's pack

It's family over everything
We flying in the Phog and we 'bout to make it rain
So bring on any storm, we know there's many more

We fly and die together, from the day we're born
We travel far and never crashing in agony
We be rising up from the ashes to immortality

Tell them Wildcats to look up, we up above
Yeah, that's right, we're the University of...


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Yeah I fly with my team
And given any moment I would die for my team

RockChalk to the ceiling
And Jayhawks put 'em up if you feel me


The year was 1865
When a Jayhawk was given life
But even before then, they were risking their lives

Jayhawkers fighting for individual rights
Ten Division-One titles is the evidence
That we've been on the scene taking names ever since

And load up Allen Fieldhouse for the main event
Where we don't just run the game, we created it
Let the limestone put us in the limelight

We taking everything to Campanile type heights
And even with a loss we know we'll fight another day
Unlike Mizzou, we don't just walk away

See we've been put in this exact position
To gain power that's fueled by everything we learn
I will see this great vision

In which the bush does not burn

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