Текст (слова) песни: Rage Against The Machine - Bulls On Parade
This microphone explodes, shatteringthe molds Ya either drop tha hits like de la O or get thaFuck off tha commode Wit tha sure shot, sure ta make thaBodies drop Drop an don`t copy yo, don`t call thisa co-opt Terror rains drenchin`, quenchin` tha thirst ofTha 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 rally round tha family With a pocket full of shells Weapons not food, not homes, not shoes Not need, just feed the war cannibal animal I walk tha corner to tha rubble that used to be alibrary Line up to tha mind cemetaryWhat we don`t know keeps tha contracts alive anmovin` They don`t gotta burn tha books they just remove`em While arms warehouses fill as quick as tha cells Rally round tha family, pockets full of shells Rally round tha family With a pocket full of shells Bulls on parade
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