Rage Against The Machine - Bulls On Parade lyrics

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