RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE

RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE

Bulls On Parade

Album: Evil Empire




this microphone explodes, shattering
the molds
ya either drop tha hits like de la o or get tha
f**k off tha commode
wit the sure shot, sure ta make tha
bodies drop
drop an don't copy yo, don't call this
a co-opt
terror tains drenchin', quenchin' tha thirst of
the power dons
that five sided fist-a-gon
tha rotten sore on tha face of mother earth gets
bigger
tha triggers cold empty ya purse
they ralley round tha family
with pockets full of shells (2x)
weapons not food, not homes, not shoes,
not need, just feed tha war cannibal animal
I walk tha corner to tha rubble that used to be a
library
line up to the mind cemetary
what we don't know keeps tha contracts alive an
movin'
they don't gotta burn the books they just remove
'em
while arms warehouses fill as quick as the cells
rally round tha family, pockets full of shells
rally round tha family
with pockets full of shells
bulls on parade

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