Rage Against The Machine - Guerrilla Radio lyrics

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, silent play on the shadow of power

A spectacle, monopolized

The camera's 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 Fistagons, 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!

Lights out, guerrilla radio

Turn that shit up

Lights out, guerrilla radio

Turn that shit up

Lights out, guerrilla radio

Turn that shit up

Lights out, guerrilla radio

Contact, I hijacked the frequencies

Blockin' the beltway, move on DC

Way past the days of bombin' MCs

Sound off, Mumia, go on, be free

Who got 'em? Yo, check the federal file

All you pen devils know the trial was vile

Army of pigs try to silence my style

Off 'em all out the box, it's my radio dial

Lights out, guerrilla radio

Turn that shit up

Lights out, guerrilla radio

Turn that shit up

Lights out, guerrilla radio

Turn that shit up

Lights out, guerrilla radio

Turn that shit up

It has to start somewhere

It has to start sometime

What better place than here?

What better time than now?

All hell can't stop us now

All hell can't stop us now

All hell can't stop us now

All hell can't stop us now

All hell can't stop us now

All hell can't stop us now