Artist: Rage Against The Machine
Album: Evil Empire
Title: Bulls On Parade
Bulls on parade
The microphone explodes, shattering the molds
Ya either drop tha hits like de la o
Or get the fuck off the commode
With tha sure shot, sure to make the bodies drop
Drop and dont copy yo, dont call this a co-op
Terror reigns drenchin, quenchin tha thirst of the power dons
That five sided fist a gon
That rotten sore on tha face of mother earth gets bigger
Tha triggers cold empty ya purse
Rally round tha family
With a pocket full of shells
Weapons not foods not home not shoes not need
Just feed tha war cannibal animal I
Walk tha corner to the rubble
That used to be a library
Line up to tha mind cemetary now
What we dont know keeps the contract alive and moving
They dont gotta burn tha books they just remove em
While arms warehouses fill as quik as the cells
Rally round tha family
Pocket full of shells
Rally round tha family
With a pocket full of shells
Bulls on parade