Rage against the machine – Bulls on parade 0

Come wit it now, come wit it now

The microphone explodes, shattering the molds
Either 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
Tha rotten sore on tha face of Mother Earth gets bigger
Tha 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
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 tha war, cannibal animal
I walk tha corner to tha rubble that used to be a library
Line up to tha mind cemetery now
What we don't know keeps tha contracts alive and movin'
They don't gotta burn tha books, they just remove 'em
While arms warehouses fill as quick as tha cells
Rally round the family, pockets full of shells

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
Come wit it now, come wit it now
Bulls on parade
Bulls on parade
Bulls on parade
Bulls on parade
Bulls on parade