Rage Against The Machine - Bulls on a Parade | Текст песни

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The microphone explodes, shattering the molds
Etither 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
That rotten sore on the face of mother earth gets bigger
The triggers cold, empty ya purse!

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
They rally round the 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 the mind cemetery now
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 the cells
They rally round the family! With pockets 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!
They rally round the family! With a pocket full of shells!

Bulls on parade!
Bulls on parade!
Bulls on parade!
Bulls on parade!
Bulls on parade

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