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Rage Against The Machine » Bulls On Parade |
come wit it now
this microphone explodes shatterin the molds etiher drop the hits like de la O or get the fuck off the commode with that sure shot sure ta make the bodies drop drop and don't copy yo don't call this a co-opt terror reigns drenching quenchin the thirst of power dons that five sided fist-a-gon tha rotten sore on the facde of mother gets bigger the trigger's cold empty ya purse
rally round the family with a pocket full of shells they rally round the family with a pocket full of shells
Weapons not home not food not shoes not need just feed tha war canibal animal I walk corner to the rubble that used to be a library line up to the mind's cemitary now what we don't know keeps the contract's alive and movin they don't gotta burn the boooks they just remove while arms wharehouses fill as quick as the cell
rally round the family with a pocket full of shells they rally round the family with a pocket full of shells
come wit it now
BULLS ON PARADE
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