Текст (слова) песни: Rage Against The Machine - Guerilla Radio
[Zach de la Rocha] Transmission, third World War, third round A decade of the weapon of sound above ground No Shelter if you`re looking for shade I lick shots at the brutal charade As the polls close like a casket, on truth devoured A silent play on the shadow of power A spectacle monopolized The cameras eyes on choice disguised Was it cast for the mass who burn and toil Or for the vultures who thirst for blood and oil? Yes, a spectacle monopolized! They hold the reins, stole your eyes! All the Fist-a-gons, the bullets, and bombs Who stuff the banks Who staff the party ranks More for Gore or the son of a drug lord None of the above. FUCK IT, cut the cord!
[Chorus] LIGHTS OUT! GUERILLA RADIO! TURN THAT SHIT UP! LIGHTS OUT! GUERILLA RADIO! TURN THAT SHIT UP! LIGHTS OUT! GUERILLA RADIO! TURN THAT SHIT UP! LIGHTS OUT! GUERILLA RADIO!
Contact, I highjacked the frequencies Blockin` the beltway, move on DC! Way past the days of bombin` MCs` Sound OFF, Mumia guan be free! Who got `em? Yo, check the federal file All you pen devils know the trial was vile An army of pigs try to silence my style Off `em all out that box, it`s my radio dial!
[Chorus]
[guitar riff]
[*whispers*] It has to start somewhere.. It has to start sometime... What better place than here?.. What better time than now?...
[repeat 6X] ALL, HELL, CAN`T STOP US NOW!!
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