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Rage Against The Machine – Bulls On Parade – 1996

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    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-op
    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 triggers cold empty ya purse

    Rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells
    They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells
    They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells
    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 a library
    Line up to tha mind cemetery now
    What we don’t know keeps tha contracts alive an movin’
    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
    They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells
    They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells
    They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells

    Bulls on paradeCome wit it now!
    Come wit it now!
    Bulls on parade!
    Bulls on parade!
    Bulls on parade!
    Bulls on parade!
    Bulls on parade!