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Rage Against The Machine - Bulls On Parade Lyrics

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  • This microphone explode, shattering
  • The molds
  • Ya eighter drop tha hits like de la o or get tha
  • ***** off tha commode
  • Wit 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
  • Tha rotten sore on the face of mother earth gets
  • Bigger
  • Tha triggers cold empty ya purse
  • They rally round tha family
  • With pockets 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
  • What we dont know keeps tha contracts alive an
  • 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 pockets full of shells
  • Bulls on parade

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