Rage Against The Machine - Bulls On Parade

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