Текст (слова) песни: Rage Against The Machine - Bulls On Parade
This microphone explodes, shattering the molds Ya either drop tha hits like de la O or get tha Fuck off tha commode Wit tha sure shot, sure ta make tha Bodies drop Drop an don`t copy yo, don`t call this a co-opt Terror rains drenchin`, quenchin` tha thirst of Tha 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 a library Line up to tha mind cemetary What we don`t know keeps tha contracts alive an movin` 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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