Rage Against The Machine - Bulls On Parade | Текст песни

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• Bulls On Parade

Come wit it now!
Come wit it now!

The microphone explodes, shatterin' the molds
Either drop tha hits like de la o or get tha fuck off tha commode
With tha sure shot, sure ta make tha bodies drop,
Drop an dont copy yo, dont call this a co-opt
Terror rains drenchin, quenchin tha thirst of tha power dons,
that five sided fist-a-gon,
That rotten sore on the face of mother earth gets bigger,
tha triggers cold, empty ya purse

Rally round the family with a pocket full of shells
They rally round tha family, with a pocket full of shells
They rally round tha family, with a pocket full of shells
They rally round tha family, with a pocket full of shells

Weapons not food, not homes, not shoes, not need,
just feed tha war canibal animal
I walk tha corner to tha rubble that used to be a library,
line up to tha mind cemetery now
What we dont know keeps tha contracts alive and movin
They dont 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
They rally round the family, with a pocket full of shells
They rally round the family, with a pocket full of shells
They rally round the family, with a pocket full of shells

Bulls on parade, uh

Come wit it now
Come wit it now

Bulls on parade
Bulls on parade
Bulls on parade
Bulls on parade
Bulls on parade