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Bulls On Parade

アーティスト:Rage Against the Machine  アルバム:Evil Empire 

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Come wit it now Come wit it now The microphone explodes, shattering the molds Either drop the hits like De-La-O or get the fuck off the commode With the sure shot, sure to make the bodies drop Drop and don't copy, yo, don't call this a co-opt Terror rains, drenchin', quenchin' the thirst of the power dons That five-sided Fist-a-gon The rotten sore on the face of Mother Earth gets bigger The 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 clothes, not shoes, not need Just feed the war, cannibal animal I walk the corner to the rubble that used to be a library


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