Текст песни Bulls On Parade, Rage Against The Machine

This microphone explodes, shatteringthe molds
Ya either drop tha hits like de la O or get thaFuck off tha commode
Wit tha sure shot, sure ta make thaBodies drop
Drop an don t copy yo, don t call thisa co-opt
Terror rains drenchin , quenchin tha thirst ofTha power dons
That five sided fist-a-gon
Tha rotten sore on tha face of mother earth gets
bigger
Tha triggers cold empty ya purse
They rally round tha 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 alibrary
Line up to tha mind cemetaryWhat we don t know keeps tha contracts alive anmovin
They don t 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 a pocket full of shells
Bulls on parade