Tom Morello [Guitar]

Listen now, let me speak
I will be the dog at your feet
And come along when you call
Be the little bird in your straw and sing you a song
I'll be there to take the fall
Though you tread upon me for no reason at all

[Chorus]
But just when you think you've left me blind
I will keep you in the corner of my eye

I will never leave your side
Though you call me your number one zero
your nevermind
I'll be your king, I'll be your pawn
I will builid a pedestal and put you upon it

[Chorus]
But just when you think you've left me blind
I'll be creeping right up behind
Cause if I need to
I will keep you in the corner of my eye
corner of my eye

Down on the street, over your night
Out of your sleep, out of your sight
if I need to, if I need to
Out of your mouth, in every word
Down in your ego one thing is sure
I will keep you, I will keep you

[Chorus]
But just when you think you've left me blind
I will be creeping right up behind
Cause baby if I need to
Lord, I will keep you in the corner of my eye
I will be the bird in your straw
But you won't get far
I will keep you in the corner of my eye

A mass of hands press
on the market window
Ghosts of progress
Dressed in slow death
Feeding on hunger
And glaring through
the promise
Upon the food that
rots slowly in the aisle
A mass of nameless
at the oasis
That hides the graves
beneath the masters hill
Buried for drinking
The rivers water
While shackled to the line
At the empty well
This is the new sound
Just like the old sound
Just like the noose wound
Over the new ground
This is the new sound
Just like the old sound
Just like the noose wound
Over new ground

Listen to the fascist sing
Take hope here
War is elsewhere
You were chosen
This is god's land
Soon well be free
Of blot and mixture
Seeds planted by our
Forefathers hand
A mass of promises
Begin to rupture
Like the pockets
Of the new world kings
Like swollen stomachs
In Appalachia
Like the priests that
fuck you
As they whisper holy things
A mass of tears have
transformed to stones now
Sharpened on suffering
Woven into slings
Hope lies in the
rubble of this rich fortress
Taking today what
tomorrow never brings
This is the new sound
Just like the old sound
Just like the noose wound
Over new ground
This is the new sound
Just like the old sound
Just like the noose wound
Over the new ground
This is the new sound
Just like the old sound
Just like the noose wound
Over the new ground
Ain't the new sound
Just like the old sound
Look at the noose now
Over the over the
over the burning ground
Ain't it funny how the
factorys doors close
Round the time that the
school doors close
Round the time that the
doors of the jail cells
Open up to greet you
like the reaper
Ain't it funny how the
factorys doors close
Round the time that the
school doors close
Round the time that a
hundred thousand jail cells
Open up to greet you like
the reaper

This is no oasis

This is the new sound
Just like the old sound
Just like the noose wound
Over the new ground
This is the new sound
Just like the old sound
Just like the noose wound
Over the new ground

A mass of hands press on the market window
Ghosts of progress
Dressed in slow death
Feeding on hunger
And glaring through the promise
Upon the food that rots slowly in the aisle
A mass of nameless at the oasis
That hides the graves beneath the master's hill
Are buried for drinking
The river's water
While shackled to the line
At the empty wall

This is the new sound
Just like the old sound
Just like the noose wound
Over the new ground

Listen to the fascist sing
"Take hope here
War is elsewhere
You were chosen
This is god's land
Soon we'll be free
Of blot and mixture
Seeds planted by our
Forefather's hand"

A mass of promise
Begin to rupture
Like the pockets
Of the new world kings
Like swollen stomachs
In Applachia
It's the priests that fuck you
As they whisper holy things
A mass of tears have transformed to stones now
Sharpened on suffering
And women into slings
Hope lies in the rubble of this rich fortress
Taking today what tomorrow never brings

This is the new sound
Just like the old sound
Just like the noose wound
Over the new ground

Ain't it funny how the factory doors close
Round the time that the school doors close
Round the time that the doors of the jail cells
Open up to greet you like the reaper

Ain't it funny how the factory doors close
Round the time that the school doors close
Round the time that the doors of the jail cells
Open up to greet you like the reaper

This is the new sound
Just like the old sound
Just like the noose wound
Over the new ground

Like ashes in the fall

Someone falls to pieces
Sleepin all alone
Someone kills the pain
Spinning in the silence
To finally drift away
Someone gets excited
In a chapel yard
Catches a bouquet
Another lays a dozen
White roses on a grave

To be yourself is all that you can do
To be yourself is all that you can do

Someone finds salvation in everyone
And another only pain
Someone tries to hide himself
Down inside himself he prays
Someone swears his true love
Untill the end of time
Another runs away
Separate or united?
Healthy or insane?

To be yourself is all that you can do
To be yourself is all that you can do
To be yourself is all that you can do
To be yourself is all that you can do

And even when you've paid enough, been pulled apart or been held up
With every single memory of the good or bad faces of luck
don't lose any sleep tonight
I'm sure everything will end up alright

You may win or lose

But to be yourself is all that you can do
To be yourself is all that you can do

Someone falls to pieces
Sleepin all alone
Someone kills the pain
Spinning in the silence
To finally drift away
Someone gets excited
In a chapel yard
Catches a bouquet
Another lays a dozen
White roses on a grave

To be yourself is all that you can do
To be yourself is all that you can do

Someone finds salvation in everyone
And another only pain
Someone tries to hide himself
Down inside himself he prays
Someone swears his true love
Untill the end of time
Another runs away
Separate or united?
Healthy or insane?

To be yourself is all that you can do
To be yourself is all that you can do
To be yourself is all that you can do
To be yourself is all that you can do

And even when you've paid enough, been pulled apart or been held up
With every single memory of the good or bad faces of luck
don't lose any sleep tonight
I'm sure everything will end up alright

You may win or lose

But to be yourself is all that you can do
To be yourself is all that you can do

It's a beautiful world we live in A sweet romantic place
Beautiful people everywhere The way
they show they care makes me want to say
It's a beautiful world Oh what a beautiful world For you
It's a wonderful time to be here It's nice to be alive
Wonderful people everywhere The way
they comb their hair makes me want to say
It's a wonderful place Oh what a wonderful place For you,
for you, for you, for you, for you, for you, not me

It's a beautiful world we live in A sweet romantic place
Beautiful people everywhere The way
they show they care makes me want to say
It's a beautiful world Oh what a beautiful world For you
It's a wonderful time to be here It's nice to be alive
Wonderful people everywhere The way
they comb their hair makes me want to say
It's a wonderful place Oh what a wonderful place For you,
for you, for you, for you, for you, for you, not me

It's a beautiful world we live in A sweet romantic place
Beautiful people everywhere The way
they show they care makes me want to say
It's a beautiful world Oh what a beautiful world For you
It's a wonderful time to be here It's nice to be alive
Wonderful people everywhere The way
they comb their hair makes me want to say
It's a wonderful place Oh what a wonderful place For you,
for you, for you, for you, for you, for you, not me

Ughh! Hey you, it's just another bombtrack ughh!
Hey you, it's just another bombtrack yeah!
It goes a-one, two three and
It's just another bombtrack
And suckas be thinkin' that they can fade this
But I'm gonna drop it at a higher level
'Cause I'm inclined to stoop down
Hand out some beat-downs
Cold runna train on punk ho's that
Think they run the game
But I learned to burn that bridge and delete
Those who compete at a level that's obsolete
Instead I warm my hands upon the flames of the flag
As I recall our downfall
And the business that burned us all
See through the news and the views that twist reality
Enough
I call the bluff
Manifest destiny

* Landlords and power whores
On my people they took turns
Dispute the suits I ignite
And then watch 'em burn

With the thoughts from a militant mind
Hardline, hardline after hardline

* Repeat

** Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Yes ya gonna burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn

It goes a-one, two, three
Another funky radical bombtrack
Started as a sketch in my notebook
And now dope hooks make punks take another look
My thoughts ya hear and ya begin to fear
That ya card will get pulled if ya interfere

With the thoughts from a militant mind
Hardline, hardline after hardline

* Repeat

** Repeat

Euurrrggghhhhh!
Uggh! Hey you, it's just another bombtrack...
Check it out...

Ughh! Hey yo, it's just another
bombtrack...ughh! Hey yo, it's just another
bombtrack...yeah! It goes a-1, 2, 3...
Hey yo, it's just another bombtrack
And suckas be thinkin' that they can fade this
But I'm gonna drop it at a higher level
'Cause I'm inclined to stoop down
Hand out some beat-downs
Cold runna train on punk ho's that
Think they run the game
But I learned to burn that bridge and delete
Those who compete.. at a level that's obsolete
Instead I warm my hands upon the flames of the flag
As I recall our downfall
And the business that burned us all
See through the news and the views that twist reality
Enough I call the bluff Fuck Manifest destiny
Landlords and power whores
On my people they took turns
Dispute the suits I ignite And then watch 'em burn
With the thoughts from a militant mind
Hardline, hardline after hardline
Landlords and power whores
On my people they took turns
Dispute the suits I ignite And then watch 'em burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
It goes a-1, 2, 3
Another funky radical bombtrack
Started as a sketch in my notebook
And now dope hooks make punks
take another look My thoughts ya hear and ya
begin to fear That ya card will
get pulled if ya interfere
With the thoughts from a militant mind
Hardline, hardline after hardline
Landlords and power whores
On my people they took turns
Dispute the suits I ignite And then watch 'em burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn!

Ughh!
Hey yo, it's just another bombtrack...ughh!
Hey yo, it's just another bombtrack...yeah!
It goes a-1, 2, 3...

Hey yo, it's just another bombtrack
And suckas be thinkin' that they can fade this
But I'm gonna drop it at a higher level
'Cause I'm inclined to stoop down
Hand out some beat-downs
Cold runna train on punk ho's that
Think they run the game

But I learned to burn that bridge and delete
Those who compete...at a level that's obsolete
Instead I warm my hands upon the flames
of the flag
As I recall our downfall
And the business that burned us all
See through the news and the views
that twist reality

Enough
I call the bluff
Fuck Manifest destiny

Landlords and power whores
On my people they took turns
Dispute the suits I ignite
And then watch 'em burn

With the thoughts from a militant mind
Hardline, hardline after hardline

Landlords and power whores
On my people they took turns
Dispute the suits I ignite
And then watch 'em burn

Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn

Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn

It goes a-1, 2, 3
Another funky radical bombtrack
Started as a sketch in my notebook
And now dope hooks make punks take
another look
My thoughts ya hear and ya begin to fear
That ya card will get pulled if ya interfere

With the thoughts from a militant mind
Hardline, hardline after hardline

Landlords and power whores
On my people they took turns
Dispute the suits I ignite
And then watch 'em burn

Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn!

Ughh!
Hey yo, it's just another bombtrack...ughh!
Hey yo, it's just another bombtrack...yeah!
It goes a-1, 2, 3...

Hey yo, it's just another bombtrack
And suckas be thinkin' that they can fade this
But I'm gonna drop it at a higher level
'Cause I'm inclined to stoop down
Hand out some beat-downs
Cold runna train on punk ho's that
Think they run the game

But I learned to burn that bridge and delete
Those who compete...at a level that's obsolete
Instead I warm my hands upon the flames
of the flag
As I recall our downfall
And the business that burned us all
See through the news and the views
that twist reality

Enough
I call the bluff
Fuck Manifest destiny

Landlords and power whores
On my people they took turns
Dispute the suits I ignite
And then watch 'em burn

With the thoughts from a militant mind
Hardline, hardline after hardline

Landlords and power whores
On my people they took turns
Dispute the suits I ignite
And then watch 'em burn

Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn

Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn

It goes a-1, 2, 3
Another funky radical bombtrack
Started as a sketch in my notebook
And now dope hooks make punks take
another look
My thoughts ya hear and ya begin to fear
That ya card will get pulled if ya interfere

With the thoughts from a militant mind
Hardline, hardline after hardline

Landlords and power whores
On my people they took turns
Dispute the suits I ignite
And then watch 'em burn

Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn, burn, yes ya gonna burn
Burn!

The hills find a peace
Locked armed guard posts
Safe from the screams
Of the children born as ghosts
Gates guns and alarms
Shape the calm of the dawn
Peering down into the basin
Where death lives on
Where young run foaming at the mouth with hate
Where burning batons beat the freezing who shake
Under the toxic sunsets they dine and toast
Their walls deny the terror faced by the children
Born as ghosts

Born as ghosts

One book and forty ghosts
Stuffed in a room
The school as a tomb
Where home is a wasteland
Take the razor wire
And thought is locked in the womb
The tales that tear at the myth of the dream
A suffering that shocks the lives off the screen

Born as ghosts

The hills find a peace
Locked armed guard posts
Safe from the screams
Of the children born as ghosts
Gates guns and alarms
Shape the calm of the dawn
Peering down into the basin
Where death lives on
Where young run foaming at the mouth with hate
Where burning batons beat the freezing who shake
Under the toxic sunsets they dine and toast
Their walls deny the terror faced by the children
Born as ghosts

Born as ghosts

One book and forty ghosts
Stuffed in a room
The school as a tomb
Where home is a wasteland
Take the razor wire
And thought is locked in the womb
The tales that tear at the myth of the dream
A suffering that shocks the lives off the screen

Born as ghosts

My fears haunt me down
Capturing my memories
The frontier of loss
They try to escape across
the street where
Jesus stripped bare
And raped the spirit
he was supposed to nurture
In the name of my
in the name of my
Born of a broken man
But not a broken man
Born of a broken man
Never a broken man
Born of a broken man
But not a broken man
Born of a broken man
Never a broken man
Like autumn leaves
His sense fell from him
An empty glass of himself
Shattered somewhere within
His thoughts like a hundred moths
Trapped in a lampshade
Somewhere within
Their wings banging and burning
On through endless nights
Forever awake he lies
shaking and starving
Praying for someone to
turn off the light
Born of a broken man
Never a broken man
Born of a broken man
But not a broken man
Born of a broken man
Never a broken man
Born of a broken man
But not a broken man

My fears haunt me down
Capturing my memories
The frontier of loss
They try to escape across
the street where
Jesus stripped bare
And raped the spirit
he was supposed to nurture
In the name of my
in the name of my

Born of a broken man
But not a broken man
Born of a broken man
Never a broken man
Born of a broken man
But not a broken man
Born of a broken man
Never a broken man

My fears hunt me down
Capturing my memories
The frontier of loss
They try to escape across the street where
Jesus stripped bare
And raped the spirit he was supposed to nurture
In the name of my
In the name of my

Born of a broken man
But not a broken man
Born of a broken man
Never a broken man

Like autumn leaves
His sense fell from him
An empty glass of himself
Shattered somewhere within
His thoughts like a hundred moths
Trapped in a lampshade
Somewhere within
Their wings banging and burning
On through endless nights
Forever awake he lies shaking and starving
Praying for someone to turn off the light

Born of a broken man
Never a broken man
Born of a broken man
But not a broken man

My fears hunt me down
Capturing my memories
The frontier of loss
They try to escape across the street where
Jesus stripped bare
And raped the spirit he was supposed to nurture
In the name of my
In the name of my

Born of a broken man
But not a broken man
Born of a broken man
Never a broken man

My fears hunt me down
Capturing my memories
The frontier of loss
They try to escape across the street where
Jesus stripped bare
And raped the spirit he was supposed to nurture
In the name of my
In the name of my

Born of a broken man
But not a broken man
Born of a broken man
Never a broken man

Like autumn leaves
His sense fell from him
An empty glass of himself
Shattered somewhere within
His thoughts like a hundred moths
Trapped in a lampshade
Somewhere within
Their wings banging and burning
On through endless nights
Forever awake he lies shaking and starving
Praying for someone to turn off the light

Born of a broken man
Never a broken man
Born of a broken man
But not a broken man

My fears hunt me down
Capturing my memories
The frontier of loss
They try to escape across the street where
Jesus stripped bare
And raped the spirit he was supposed to nurture
In the name of my
In the name of my

Born of a broken man
But not a broken man
Born of a broken man
Never a broken man

My fears haunt me down
Capturing my memories
The frontier of loss
They try to escape across the street where
Jesus stripped bare
And raped the spirit he was supposed to nurture
In the name of my in the name of my

Born of a broken man
But not a broken man
Born of a broken man
Never a broken man

Like autumn leaves
His sense fell from him
An empty glass of himself
Shattered somewhere within
His thoughts like a hundred moths
Trapped in a lampshade
Somewhere within
Their wings banging and burning
On through endless nights
Forever awake he lies shaking and starving
Praying for someone to turn off the light

Born of a broken man
But not a broken man
Born of a broken man
Never a broken man

I was on my way to the center of the sun
when i lost my wings and i fell into the crowd and they carried me
to a hole in the ground and they burried me
where no one can see and no one would be around

i
i am a virus
i
i live in silence
i

I was on my way to a city in the clouds
when i lost my mind and i had to settle down
then i had a dream of an island in the sea
where the lepers die
where no one survives
where no one can hear there cries

i
i am a virus
i
i live in silence
i

just like heathens thinking on our feat believe in god
we're one step two step
three steps towards the graveyards
hello to the memory
it seems that we forgot

i
i am a virus
i
i live in silence
i
i live in silence
si...el...ence...

My city sleeps by the side of a freeway, the city scraps
And winter time she wore a yellow coat
Now there's nothin' on her back
If a building falls you wouldn't care to notice unless you were in it
Then no one cares about climbin' stairs, nothin' at the top no more

Outside trippin' in the broken city
Outside trippin' in the broken city, I watch a building crack
Outside trippin' in the broken city
Outside kickin' in the broken city, there's nothin' wrong with that
Doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo

Now the snow falls down like it's fallin' on an ocean
Dead and empty by the railroad tracks where they used to go and come
Now they don't come back
You can heal the rust, goin' up the throughways
Down the alleys where they stole this town from the frontier
I can see 'em tryin' to steal it back

Outside trippin' in the broken city (Outside trippin' in the broken city)
Outside trippin' in the broken city, I watch a building crack
Outside kickin' in the broken city (Outside trippin' in the broken city)
Outside trippin' in the broken city, there's nothin' wrong with that
Doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo

Now the sun won't shine on this part of the map
Anymore
When it's cold outside I see it hide behind the smokestacks
No thin roses, no goldrush, no miner, no revolution they'd hire
And the shipyard is a graveyard, no one will be trying to find him

Outside trippin' in the broken city (Outside trippin' in the broken city)
Outside kickin' in the broken city, I watch a building crack
Outside trippin' in the broken city (Outside trippin' in the broken city)
Outside kickin' in the broken city, there's nothin' wrong with that
Doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo (There's nothin' wrong with that)
Doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo do (Outside trippin' in the broken city)
Doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo

Bullet In The Head
This time the bullet cold rocked ya
A yellow ribbon instead of a swastika
Nothin' proper about ya propaganda
Fools follow rules when the set commands ya
Said it was blue
When ya blood was read
That's how ya got a bullet blasted through ya head

Blasted through ya head
Blasted through ya head

I give a shout out to the living dead
Who stood and watched as the feds cold centralised
So serene on the screen
You was mesmerised
Cellular phones soundin' a death tone
Corporations cold
Turn ya to stone before ya realise

They load the clip in omnicolour
Said they pack the 9, they fire it at prime time
The sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz
And mutha fuckas lost their minds

Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
Yeah
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
Run it!

Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high

Check-a, check-a, check it out
They load the clip in omnicolour
Said they pack the 9, they fire it at prime time
The sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz
And mutha fuckas lost their minds

No escape from the mass mind rape
Play it again jack and then rewind the tape
And then play it again and again and again
Until ya mind is locked in
Believin' all the lies that they're tellin' ya
Buyin' all the products that they're sellin' ya
They say jump and ya say how high
Ya brain-dead
Ya gotta fuckin' bullet in ya head

Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
Yeah
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high

Uggh! Yeah! Yea!

Ya standin' in line
Believin' the lies
Ya bowin' down to the flag
Ya gotta bullet in ya head

Ya standin' in line
Believin' the lies
Ya bowin' down to the flag
Ya gotta bullet in ya head

A bullet in ya head (8 times, building to a shout)
A bullet in ya head (7 times, shouted/screamed)
Ya gotta bullet in ya fuckin' head!
Yeah!
Yeah! (Sustained to end of drum roll)

This time the bullet cold rocked ya
A yellow ribbon instead of
a swastika
Nothin' proper about ya propaganda
Fools follow rules when the
set commands ya
Said it was blue
When ya blood was read
That's how ya got a bullet blasted
through ya head
Blasted through ya head
Blasted through ya head
I give a shout out to the
living dead
Who stood and watched as the
feds cold centralized
So serene on the screen
You were mesmerised
Cellular phones soundin' a death tone
Corporations cold
Turn ya to stone before ya realise
They load the clip in omnicolour
Said they pack the 9
they fire it at prime time
Sleeping gas
every home was like Alcatraz
And mutha fuckas lost their minds
Just victims of the
in house drive by
They say jump you say how high
Just victims of the
in house drive by
They say jump you say how high

Just victims of the
in house drive by
They say jump you say how high
Just victims of the
in house drive by
They say jump you say how high
Checka checka check it out
They load the clip in omnicolour
Said they pack the 9
they fire it at prime time
Sleeping gas
every home was like Alcatraz
And mutha fuckas lost their minds
No escape from the mass mind rape
Play it again jack and then
rewind the tape
And then play it
again and again and again
Until ya mind is locked in
Believin' all the lies that
they're tellin' ya
Buyin' all the products that
they're sellin' ya
They say jump and ya say how high
Ya brain dead
Ya gotta fuckin' bullet in ya head
Just victims of the
in house drive by
They say jump you say how high
Just victims of the
in house drive by
They say jump you say how high

Ya standin' in line
Believin' the lies
Ya bowin' down to the flag
Ya gotta bullet in ya head
Ya standin' in line
Believin' the lies
Ya bowin' down to the flag
Ya gotta bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head
Ya gotta bullet in ya
fuckin' head

This time the bullet cold rocked ya
A yellow ribbon instead of a swastika
Nothin' proper about ya propaganda
Fools follow rules when the set commands ya
Said it was blue
When ya blood was read
That's how ya got a bullet blasted through ya
head

Blasted through ya head
Blasted through ya head

I give a shout out to the living dead
Who stood and watched
as the feds cold centralized
So serene on the screen
You were mesmerised
Cellular phones soundin' a death tone
Corporations cold
Turn ya to stone before ya realise
They load the clip in omnicolour
Said they pack the 9, they fire it at prime time
Sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz
And mutha fuckas lost their minds

Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high

Run it!

Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high

Checka, checka, check it out
They load the clip in omnicolour
Said they pack the 9, they fire it at prime time
Sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz
And mutha fuckas lost their minds

No escape from the mass mind rape
Play it again jack and then rewind the tape
And then play it again and again and again
Until ya mind is locked in
Believin' all the lies that they're tellin' ya
Buyin' all the products that they're sellin' ya
They say jump and ya say how high
Ya brain-dead
Ya gotta fuckin' bullet in ya head

Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high

Uggh! Yeah! Yea!

Ya standin' in line
Believin' the lies
Ya bowin' down to the flag
Ya gotta bullet in ya head

Ya standin' in line
Believin' the lies
Ya bowin' down to the flag
Ya gotta bullet in ya head

A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head!
A bullet in ya head!
A bullet in ya head!
A bullet in ya head!
A bullet in ya head!
A bullet in ya head!
A bullet in ya head!
Ya gotta bullet in ya fuckin' head!

Yeah!

Yeah!

This time the bullet cold rocked ya
A yellow ribbon instead of a swastika
Nothin' proper about ya propaganda
Fools follow rules when the set commands ya
Said it was blue
When ya blood was read
That's how ya got a bullet blasted through ya
head

Blasted through ya head
Blasted through ya head

I give a shout out to the living dead
Who stood and watched
as the feds cold centralized
So serene on the screen
You were mesmerised
Cellular phones soundin' a death tone
Corporations cold
Turn ya to stone before ya realise
They load the clip in omnicolour
Said they pack the 9, they fire it at prime time
Sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz
And mutha fuckas lost their minds

Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high

Run it!

Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high

Checka, checka, check it out
They load the clip in omnicolour
Said they pack the 9, they fire it at prime time
Sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz
And mutha fuckas lost their minds

No escape from the mass mind rape
Play it again jack and then rewind the tape
And then play it again and again and again
Until ya mind is locked in
Believin' all the lies that they're tellin' ya
Buyin' all the products that they're sellin' ya
They say jump and ya say how high
Ya brain-dead
Ya gotta fuckin' bullet in ya head

Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high

Uggh! Yeah! Yea!

Ya standin' in line
Believin' the lies
Ya bowin' down to the flag
Ya gotta bullet in ya head

Ya standin' in line
Believin' the lies
Ya bowin' down to the flag
Ya gotta bullet in ya head

A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head!
A bullet in ya head!
A bullet in ya head!
A bullet in ya head!
A bullet in ya head!
A bullet in ya head!
A bullet in ya head!
Ya gotta bullet in ya fuckin' head!

Yeah!

Yeah!

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 dont copy yo,
dont 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 cemetary now
What we dont know keeps tha contracts
alive an movin
They dont 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

Bulls on parade

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

Bulls on Parade
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-opt
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 cemetary 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 parade
Come wit it now!
Come wit it now!
Bulls on parade!
Bulls on parade!
Bulls on parade!
Bulls on parade!
Bulls on parade!

Come with it now
Come with it now

The Micraphone Explodes
Shattering the Molds
Ya either drop the hits like de la o
Or get the f*** off the commode
with the sure shot
sure to make the bodies drop
drop an don't copy yo
dont call this A co-opt
terror rains drenchin
qeuchin the thirst of
the power dons
that five sided fist-a-gon
tha rotten sore on the face
of mother earth the triggers
could empty ya purse

They rally round tha family with a pocket full a shells
They rally round the familywith a pocket full a shells
They rally round the family with a pocket full a shells
They rally round the family with a pocket full a shells

Weapons not food,not homes,not shoes
Not need to feed the war,canniball animal
I walk tha corner to the rubble that used to be a library
Line up to tha mind cemetary,what we dont know
Keeps tha contracts live and movin
They don't gotta burn tha books they just remove em
While arms warehouses fill as quick as the cells
Rally round tha family,pocket full a shells

Rally round the family with a pocket full a shells
Rally round the family with a pocket full a shells
Rally round the family with a pocket full a shells
Rally round tha family with a pocket full a shells

Bulls on parade

Come with it now
Come with it now
Bulls on parade
Bulls on parade
Bulls on parade
Bulls on parade
bulls on parade

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 cemetary 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 parade

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

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 cemetary 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 parade

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

I be walkin god like a dog
My narrative fearless
Word war returns to burn
Like Baldwin home from Paris, Uh
Like steel from a furnace
I was born landless
Yes its tha native son
Born of Zapatas guns
Stroll through the shanties
And tha cities remains
Same bodies buried hungry
But with different last names
The vultures robbin everything
Leave nothing but chains
Pick a point on the globe
Yes tha pictures tha same
Theres a bank, theres a church,
a myth and a hearse
A mall and a loan, a child dead at birth
Theres a widow pig parrot
A rebel to tame
A whitehooded judge
A syringe and a vein
And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard
What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What?
Calm like a bomb
This aint subliminal
Feel the critical mass approach horizon
Tha pulse of the condemned
Sound off Americas demise
Tha anti-myth rhythm rock shocker
Yes I spit fire
Hope lies in the smoldering rubble of empires
Yes back through tha shanties
and tha cities remains
Same bodies buried hungry, uh-huh
With different last names, uh-huh
The vultures robbin everyone
Leave nothing but chains
Pick a point here at home
Yes the pictures tha same
Theres a field full of slaves
Some corn and some debt
Theres a ditch full of bodies
Tha check for the rent
Theres a tap, tha phone, tha silence of stone
The numb black screen
That be feelin like home
And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard
What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What?
Calm like a bomb
Theres a mass without roofs
A prison to fill
Theres a countrys soul
that reads post no bills
Theres a strike and a line of cops
outside of tha mill
Theres a right to obey
And a right to kill
Theres a mass without roofs
A prison to fill
Theres a countrys soul
that reads post no bills
Theres a strike and a line of cops
outside of tha mill
Theres a right to obey
And a right to kill

Calm Like a Bomb
Feel the funk blast (whispered)
Feel the funk blast (whispered)
Well feel the funk blast
Well feel the funk blast
Well feel the funk blast
Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Check it Out Yo Yo Yo

I be walkin god like a dog
My narrative fearless
Word war returns to burn
Like Baldwin home from Paris, Uh
Like steel from a furnace
I was born landless
Yes its tha native son
Born of Zapatas guns
Stroll through the shanties
And tha cities remains
Same bodies buried hungry
But with different last names
The vultures robbin everything
Leave nothing but chains
Pick a point on the globe
Yes tha pictures tha same
Theres a bank, theres a church, a myth and a hearse
A mall and a loan, a child dead at birth
Theres a widow pig parrot
A rebel to tame
A whitehooded judge
A syringe and a vein

And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard

What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What?
What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What?
What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What?
What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What?

We're calm like a bomb (Ignite)
We're calm like a bomb (Ignite)

This aint subliminal
Feel the critical mass approach horizon
Tha pulse of the condemned
Sound off Americas demise
Tha anti-myth rhythm rock shocker
Yes I spit fire
Hope lies in the smoldering rubble of empires
Yes back through tha shanties and tha cities remains
Same bodies buried hungry, uh-huh
With different last names, uh-huh
The vultures robbin everyone
Leave nothing but chains
Pick a point here at home
Yes the pictures tha same
Theres a field full of slaves
Some corn and some debt
Theres a ditch full of bodies
Tha check for the rent
Theres a tap, tha phone, tha silence of stone
The numb black screen
That be feelin like home

And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard

What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What?
What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What?
What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What?
What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What?

Calm like a bomb (Ignite)
Calm like a bomb (Ignite)
Calm like a bomb (Ignite)
Calm like a bomb (Ignite)

Calm like a bomb (Ignite)
Calm like a bomb (Ignite)
Calm like a bomb (Ignite)
Calm like a bomb (Ignite)
Calm like a bomb (Ignite)

Theres a mass without roofs
A prison to fill
Theres a countrys soul that reads post no bills
Theres a strike and a line of cops outside of tha mill
Theres a right to obey
And a right to kill

Theres a mass without roofs
Theres a prison to fill
Theres a countrys soul that reads post no bills
Theres a strike and a line of cops outside of tha mill
Cos theres a right to obey
And theres the right to kill

I be walkin god like a dog
My narrative fearless
Word war returns to burn
Like Baldwin home from Paris, Uh
Like steel from a furnace
I was born landless
Yes its tha native son
Born of Zapatas guns
Stroll through the shanties
And tha cities remains
Same bodies buried hungry
But with different last names
The vultures robbin everything
Leave nothing but chains
Pick a point on the globe
Yes tha pictures tha same
Theres a bank, theres a church,
a myth and a hearse
A mall and a loan, a child dead at birth
Theres a widow pig parrot
A rebel to tame
A whitehooded judge
A syringe and a vein
And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard

What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What?
Calm like a bomb

This aint subliminal
Feel the critical mass approach horizon
Tha pulse of the condemned
Sound off Americas demise
Tha anti-myth rhythm rock shocker
Yes I spit fire
Hope lies in the smoldering rubble of empires
Yes back through tha shanties
and tha cities remains
Same bodies buried hungry, uh-huh
With different last names, uh-huh
The vultures robbin everyone
Leave nothing but chains
Pick a point here at home
Yes the pictures tha same
Theres a field full of slaves
Some corn and some debt
Theres a ditch full of bodies
Tha check for the rent
Theres a tap, tha phone, tha silence of stone
The numb black screen
That be feelin like home
And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard

What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What?

Calm like a bomb

Theres a mass without roofs
A prison to fill
Theres a countrys soul
that reads post no bills
Theres a strike and a line of cops
outside of tha mill
Theres a right to obey
And a right to kill

I be walkin god like a dog
My narrative fearless
Word war returns to burn
Like Baldwin home from Paris, Uh
Like steel from a furnace
I was born landless
Yes its tha native son
Born of Zapatas guns
Stroll through the shanties
And tha cities remains
Same bodies buried hungry
But with different last names
The vultures robbin everything
Leave nothing but chains
Pick a point on the globe
Yes tha pictures tha same
Theres a bank, theres a church,
a myth and a hearse
A mall and a loan, a child dead at birth
Theres a widow pig parrot
A rebel to tame
A whitehooded judge
A syringe and a vein
And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard

What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What?
Calm like a bomb

This aint subliminal
Feel the critical mass approach horizon
Tha pulse of the condemned
Sound off Americas demise
Tha anti-myth rhythm rock shocker
Yes I spit fire
Hope lies in the smoldering rubble of empires
Yes back through tha shanties
and tha cities remains
Same bodies buried hungry, uh-huh
With different last names, uh-huh
The vultures robbin everyone
Leave nothing but chains
Pick a point here at home
Yes the pictures tha same
Theres a field full of slaves
Some corn and some debt
Theres a ditch full of bodies
Tha check for the rent
Theres a tap, tha phone, tha silence of stone
The numb black screen
That be feelin like home
And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard

What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What?

Calm like a bomb

Theres a mass without roofs
A prison to fill
Theres a countrys soul
that reads post no bills
Theres a strike and a line of cops
outside of tha mill
Theres a right to obey
And a right to kill

I be walkin' god like a dog
My narrative fearless
My word war returns to burn
Like Baldwin home in Pairs
Steel from a furnace
I was born landless
It's tha native son
Born of Zapata's guns
Stroll through the shanties
And tha cities remains
Same bodies buried hungry
But with different last names
These vultures rob everything
Leave nothing but chains
Pick a point on tha globe
Yes tha pictures tha same
There's a bank and a church and a myth and a hearse
A mall and a loan and a child dead at birth
There's a window pig parrot
A rebel to tame
A whitehooded judge
And a syringe and a vein
And tha riot be ha rhyme of ha unheard

Calm like a bomb

This Ain't subliminal
Feel tha critical mass approach horizon
Ha pulse of tha condemned
Sound off America's demise
Tha ant- myth rhythm rocker shocker
Yes I spit fire
Hope lies in tha smoldering rubble of empires
Back through tha shanties and tha cities remains
Ha same bodies buried hungry
But with different last names
These vultures rob everyone
Leave nothing but chains
Pick a point here at home
And tha picture's tha same
There's a field full of slaves
Some corn and some debit
There's a ditch full of bodies
Tha check for tha rent
There's a tap, tha phone, tha silence of stone
Tha numb black screen
That be feelin' like home
And the riot be tha rhyme of the unheard

Calm like a bomb

There's a mass without roofs
A prison to fill
A country's soul that reads post no bills
A strike and a like of cops outside the mill
There's a right to obey
And there's a right to kill

[Chorus: RZA]
My uzi weigh a ton, son, carry it
My uzi weigh a ton, son, carry it
My uzi weigh a ton, son, carry it
Ton, son, carry it, ton, son, carry it

[RZA:]
Check his vital signs, strike his vital nerve
Threw a viral curve, the rhyme tempest
Like lightning bolts being thrown down from Mt. Olympus
Beat on your head like a Travis Barker cymbal, crash
I splash beyond measurements
I tour you back to a cast, arrest your development
Overthrow your whole settlement, this is beat embellishment
Burn the house, the one Hansel and Gretel went
Unorthodox fly rhyming fox
Wu Killa Bee appear on your body like the pox
Keep rivalries like Yankees and the Red Sox
I'd rather see it in the ballpark, then see it on the block, nigga
My uzi weigh a ton, son, carry it
Chocolate bunny on the run, catching Marriott
Sword in my hand, watch me parry it
The weight of the truth, can any man carry it?

[Chorus]

[Raekwon:]
Feel the wrath of a soldier when his wings is up
We like the air force, generals with guns when rainy up
Take it from leers, the stadium, the fans, the beers
Titty shots from the bitches in the stands, we clear
But we pop guns, live so wild, it's like banging a guitar
On your face, all jacked in your mouth
See the medals that I wear is honor, from the hood to Bahamas
Back to Ghana, New York and Compton
All my peoples get wilder than a mosh pit
Roll even bigger, this is getting me riled
Tattoos, I'm a destiny child, I'm a floss
I'm a real muthafucka, stop stressing me out
Cause I play hard, go hard, smoke bongs, this is the most strong
Collaboration, me, Trav and Ra
Old engines, we gon' respect 'em, drop joints and perfect 'em
Chef is the Jon Bon and Led Zeppelin

[Chorus]

[RZA:]
This is deadly dark dangerous, Wu-Tang slanderous
Mosh pit bashing, watch 'em all bang to this
Energy, energy, energy, energy
Buzz Lightyear, boy, from here to infinity
Two guns on my side like Yosemite
You sick of that weak bullshit, here's the remedy
Jack Daniel Tennessee, mixed with the Hennessy
Turn into a Chuck D, boy, Public Enemy
Or Flavor Flav, Johnny Depp, Wild Tennessee
Poetical Emily Dickerson with the similes
Metaphor whore, I puzzle like the jigsaw
You strip like the weak more, I be the sycamore
My uzi weigh a ton, son, carry it
Chocolate bunny on the run, catching Marriott
Sword in my hand, watch me bust and parry it
The weight of the truth, can any man carry it?

[Chorus x2]

Hey yo!
Let me be front
This is real and not a stunt
I'm comin' to the forefront
Shovel for the rapper and clear the lane
'Cos this jam is like a tomahawk chop
Teach ya I'll never stop droppin' topics
Vocal power?
(a)yes I got it
On central but their trying to clamp it down
Flag was waving the wrong way so I shot it...down!
Get down, and at the same time...
Come up...down!
This is a crime that shut us up
I don't give a fuck
'Cos the words and the thoughts still hit
And like I said
It's not a skit
Jump another hit
Yeah
Ya know I don't need a drum kit
Make 'em say awwww shit!
The rebellion is true and legit

Down! Get down!...and clear the lane
Down! Get down!...and clear the lane
Down! Get down!...and clear the land
Down! Get down!...yeah!

The rebel
You'll never disable
Defiance
With the cards upon the table
Pulling cards
Keep the governements in check
Yo!
I think we need a new deck
Never could trust a phillabusta'
The mic is like a fist and it'll bust ya
With words cold hittin' with the underground
And now you're checkin' out the new sound
Live hit
A live pop
Live rock
And ya don't stop
It goes on and on and on
Who's a threat?
C'mon, the war is on!

Down! Get down!...and clear the lane
Down! Get down!...and clear the lane
Down! Get down!...and clear the lane
Down! Get down!...and clear the lane

(guitar solo)

Start droppin'
Our words are never safe
Fighting myself
'Till I'm where I gotta be
I challange, don't sweat it
Now don't you forget it
Check me? What? Wait
You better slow down!
Realize I can't confine my rhyme to a beat
I need cash so when I'm cool I'm never ever weak
Places are fluid and diluted and complete
Check me once, calm down and take a seat
Strip the chains the freedom's there but then it's gone!

Ugh...clear the lane
Ugh...clear the lane
Ugh...clear the lane
Ugh...clear the lane

Defiance
Rippin' up the south set
Every time I'm grippin' the mic it is a sound threat
Resist against the suckers that bring the bass in
Timmy C
Bring that bass in!

Ugh...clear the lane
Ugh...clear the lane
Ugh...clear the lane
Ugh...clear the lane

Well I been watchin'
while you been coughin
i've been drinking life
while you been nausous
and so i drink to health
while you kill yourself
and i got just one thing
that i can offer

go and save yourself
take it out on me
go and and save yourself
take it out on me yea

well i'm not a martyr
i'm not a prophet
and i won't preach to you
but heres a caution
you better understand
that i won't hold your hand
but if it helps you mend
then i won't stop it

*go and save yourself
take it out on me
go and save yourself
take it out on me
go and save yourself
take it out on me
go and save yourself
take it out on me yea

go if you want
and i'll see you in the bottom
where you crawl
on my skin
and put the blame on me
so you don't feel a thing

*Repeat

Settle down now and sit with me
Let me tell you how this all came to be
A yellow flower with your pedals to the air
And flying on paper wings that brought you here
Summer rolls on in the lazy hours
An ether dream way
Of hummingbirds and clouds
Midnight swims in the cool back waves
And you in my arms as it rolls away

[Chorus]
Little dandelion
Let your heart keep time
Now the clouds are gone
All of your tomorrows shine
Oh oh
All of your tomorrows shine
Oh oh
All of your tomorrows shine

Born of restless night the moon as a pearl
Playing games down inside your soft warm world
Hear my voice I know that you can
You're the fire in my eyes
The sun as a man
Seasons come along and seasons go
And what they'll leave behind
I don't pretend to know
I'm afraid that all I have missed
Will loom very large when the darkness lifts

[Chorus]
Little dandelion
Let your heart keep time
Now the clouds are gone
All of your tomorrows shine
All of your tomorrows shine
All of your tomorrows shine

I will ride by your side
Wherever you go
I won't run I won't hide
Just letting you know

[Chorus]
Little dandelion
Let your heart keep time
Now the clouds are gone
All of your tomorrows shine
All of your tomorrows shine
All of your tomorrows shine
All of your tomorrows shine
All of your tomorrows shine
All of your tomorrows shine

Greed!
Causing innocent blood to flow
Entire culture, lost in the overthrow
They came to seize and take whatever they please
Then all they gave back was death and disease
My people were left with no choice but to decide
To conform to a system, responsible for genocide
Responsible for genocide
Responsible for genocide...

'AIDS is killing the entire African nation
And a vaccine is still supposedly under preparation
But these governments they don't mind the procrastination
They say
"We'll kill them off,
take their land
and go there for vaction."'

My people's culture was strong, it was pure
And if not for that white greed
It would've endured
My people were left with no choice but to decide
To conform to a system
Their minds enslaved
Their souls encaged
I feel the rage
It's brutality can never be undone
But the sun is not yet set
The bass and drums and microphones a threat
That's when ya investigate the crimes from the inside
And see that they're responsible for genocide
Responsible for genocide
Responsible for genocide...

Ya cram ya culture down my throat
Say I'm inferior when I find that I choke
Ya fill my mind with a false sense of history
And then you wonder why I have no identity?
Well I'll strike a match and it'll catch and
Spread the insight we need
A tiny fire, burning bright
Shedding light on the darkness of greed

A yes yes y'all
And ya don't stop
Shedding light on the darkness of greed

A yes yes y'all
And ya don't stop
Shedding light on the darkness of greed

Greed!
Causing innocent blood to flow
Entire culture, lost in the overthrow
They came to seize and take whatever they please
Then all they gave back was death and disease
My people were left with no choice but to decide
To conform to a system, responsible for genocide
Responsible for genocide
Responsible for genocide...

Spoken:
'AIDS is killing the entire African nation
And a vaccine is still supposedly under preparation
But these governments, they don't mind the procrastination
They say "We'll kill them off, take their land, and go there for vacation."

My people's culture was strong, it was pure
And if not for that white greed
It would've endured
My people were left with no choice but to decide
To conform to a system
Their souls encaged
Their minds enslaved
I feel the rage
Its brutality can never be undone
But the sun is not yet set
The bass and drums and microphones a threat
That's when ya investigate the crimes from the inside
And see that they're responsible for genocide
Responsible for genocide
Responsible for genocide...

You jam your culture down my throat
Say I'm inferior when I find that I choke
Ya fill my mind with a false sense of history
And then you wonder why I have no identity?
Well I'll strike a match and it'll catch and
Spread the insight we need
A tiny fire, burning bright
Shedding light on the darkness of greed
A yes yes y'all, and ya don't stop
Shedding light on the darkness of greed
A yes yes y'all, and ya don't stop
Shedding light on the darkness of greed

I walk the streets of Japan till I get lost
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
With a graveyard tan carrying a cross
Yeah, it doesn't remind me of anything
I like studying faces in a parking lot
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like driving backwards in the fog
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything

The things that I've loved, the things that I've lost
Things I've held sacred, that I've dropped
I won't lie no more, you can bet
I don't want to learn what I'll need to forget

I like gypsy moths and radio talk
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like gospel music and canned applause
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like colorful clothing in the sun
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like hammering nails and speaking in tongues
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything

The things that I've loved, the things that I've lost
Things I've held sacred, that I've dropped
I won't lie no more, you can bet
I don't want to learn what I'll need to forget

Bend and shape me
I love the way you are
Slow and sweetly
Like never before
Calm and sleeping
We won't stir up the past
So discretely
We won't look back

The things that I've loved, the things that I've lost
Things I've held sacred, that I've dropped
I won't lie no more, you can bet
I don't want to learn what I'll need to forget

I like throwing my voice and breaking guitars
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like playing in the sand, what's mine is ours
If it doesn't remind me of anything

Ah down on the street
where the faces shine
Floatin around
I'm a real low mind
I see a pretty thing in a wall
I see a pretty thing in a wall
In a wall
In a wall
In a wall
Uh Yeah Uh

Yeah deep in the night
I'm lost in love
Yeah deep in the night
I'm lost in love
A thousand eyes
they look at you
A thousand eyes they
they look at you
Oh Come On
Oh Come On
Oh Come On
Yeah Yeah Yeah
Oh Come On
Oh Come On
Oh Come On
Yeah Yeah Yeah

Oh Come On
Oh Come On
Oh Come On
Yeah Yeah Yeah
Oh Come On
Oh Come On
Oh Come On
Yeah Oh Yeah Uh
Where faces shine
A real low mind
Faces Shine faces shine
A real low
A real low
A real low
A real low
A real low
A real low
A real low
A real low
Oh Come On
Oh Come On
Oh Come On
Yeah Yeah Yeah
Oh Come On
Oh Come On
Oh Come On
Yeah Yeah Yeah

Ah down on the street
where the faces shine
Floatin around
I'm a real low mind
I see a pretty thing in a wall
I see a pretty thing in a wall
In a wall
In a wall
In a wall
Uh Yeah Uh

Yeah deep in the night
I'm lost in love
Yeah deep in the night
I'm lost in love
A thousand eyes
they look at you
A thousand eyes they
they look at you
Oh Come On
Oh Come On
Oh Come On
Yeah Yeah Yeah
Oh Come On
Oh Come On
Oh Come On
Yeah Yeah Yeah

Oh Come On
Oh Come On
Oh Come On
Yeah Yeah Yeah
Oh Come On
Oh Come On
Oh Come On
Yeah Oh Yeah Uh
Where faces shine
A real low mind
Faces Shine faces shine
A real low
A real low
A real low
A real low
A real low
A real low
A real low
A real low
Oh Come On
Oh Come On
Oh Come On
Yeah Yeah Yeah
Oh Come On
Oh Come On
Oh Come On
Yeah Yeah Yeah

Ah down on the street
where the faces shine
Floatin around
I'm a real low mind
I see a pretty thing in a wall
I see a pretty thing in a wall
In a wall
In a wall
In a wall
Uh Yeah Uh

Yeah deep in the night
I'm lost in love
Yeah deep in the night
I'm lost in love
A thousand eyes
they look at you
A thousand eyes they
they look at you
Oh Come On
Oh Come On
Oh Come On
Yeah Yeah Yeah
Oh Come On
Oh Come On
Oh Come On
Yeah Yeah Yeah

Oh Come On
Oh Come On
Oh Come On
Yeah Yeah Yeah
Oh Come On
Oh Come On
Oh Come On
Yeah Oh Yeah Uh
Where faces shine
A real low mind
Faces Shine faces shine
A real low
A real low
A real low
A real low
A real low
A real low
A real low
A real low
Oh Come On
Oh Come On
Oh Come On
Yeah Yeah Yeah
Oh Come On
Oh Come On
Oh Come On
Yeah Yeah Yeah

Yeah I'm rollin down Rodeo
wit a shotgun
These people ain't seen
a brown skin man
Since their grandparents
bought one

So now I'm rollin
down Rodeo wit a shotgun
These people ain't
seen a brown skin man
Since their grandparents
bought one

So now I'm rollin down
Rodeo wit a shotgun
Bangin' this bolo tight
on this solo flight
can't fight alone
Funk tha track my verbs
fly like tha family stone
Tha pen devils set that
stage for tha war at home
Locked wit out a wage ya
standin in tha drop zone
The clockers born starin
at an empty plate
Momma's torn hands cover
her sunken face
We hungry but them belly full
The structure is set ya
neva change it
with a ballot pull
In tha ruins there's a
network for tha toxic rock
School yard ta precinct
suburb ta project block
Bosses broke south for
new flesh and a factory floor
The remains left chained
to the powder war

Can't waste a day when
the night brings a hearse
So make a move and plead
the fifth cause ya can't
plead the first
Can't waste a day
when the night brings a hearse
So now I'm rollin down
Rodeo wit a shotgun
These people ain't
seen a brown skin man
Since their grandparents
bought one

Yes I'm rollin' down
Rodeo wit a shotgun
These people ain't
seen a brown skin man
Since their grandparents
bought one

So now I'm rollin down
Rodeo wit a shotgun

Bare witness to tha sickest
shot while suckas
get romantic
They ain't gonna send us
campin like they did
my man Fred Hampton
Still we lampin still clockin
dirt for our sweat
A ballots dead
so a bullet's what I get
A thousand years
they had tha tools
We should be takin em
Fuck tha G ride
I want the machines
that are makin em
Our target straight
wit a room full
of armed pawn to
Off tha kings out
tha west side at dawn

Can't waste a day
when the night brings a hearse
Make a move and plead the
fifth cause ya can't
plead the first
Can't waste a day
when the night
brings a hearse
So now I'm rollin down
Rodeo wit a shotgun
These people ain't
seen a brown skin man
Since their grandparents
bought one

Yeah I'm rollin down
Rodeo wit a shotgun
These people ain't
seen a brown skin man
Since their grandparents
bought one

Yeah I'm rollin
down Rodeo wit a shotgun
The rungs torn from
the ladder can't
reach the tumour
One god one market one truth
one consumer
Just a quiet peaceful dance

Just a quiet peaceful dance

Just a quiet peaceful dance

Just a quiet peaceful dance
Just a quiet peaceful dance
for the things
we'll never have
Just a quiet peaceful dance
for the things we don't have

Yeah I'm rollin down Rodeo
wit a shotgun
These people ain't seen
a brown skin man
Since their grandparents
bought one

So now I'm rollin
down Rodeo wit a shotgun
These people ain't
seen a brown skin man
Since their grandparents
bought one

So now I'm rollin down
Rodeo wit a shotgun
Bangin' this bolo tight
on this solo flight
can't fight alone
Funk tha track my verbs
fly like tha family stone
Tha pen devils set that
stage for tha war at home
Locked wit out a wage ya
standin in tha drop zone
The clockers born starin
at an empty plate
Momma's torn hands cover
her sunken face
We hungry but them belly full
The structure is set ya
neva change it
with a ballot pull
In tha ruins there's a
network for tha toxic rock
School yard ta precinct
suburb ta project block
Bosses broke south for
new flesh and a factory floor
The remains left chained
to the powder war

Can't waste a day when
the night brings a hearse
So make a move and plead
the fifth cause ya can't
plead the first
Can't waste a day
when the night brings a hearse
So now I'm rollin down
Rodeo wit a shotgun
These people ain't
seen a brown skin man
Since their grandparents
bought one

Yes I'm rollin' down
Rodeo wit a shotgun
These people ain't
seen a brown skin man
Since their grandparents
bought one

So now I'm rollin down
Rodeo wit a shotgun

Bare witness to tha sickest
shot while suckas
get romantic
They ain't gonna send us
campin like they did
my man Fred Hampton
Still we lampin still clockin
dirt for our sweat
A ballots dead
so a bullet's what I get
A thousand years
they had tha tools
We should be takin em
Fuck tha G ride
I want the machines
that are makin em
Our target straight
wit a room full
of armed pawn to
Off tha kings out
tha west side at dawn

Can't waste a day
when the night brings a hearse
Make a move and plead the
fifth cause ya can't
plead the first
Can't waste a day
when the night
brings a hearse
So now I'm rollin down
Rodeo wit a shotgun
These people ain't
seen a brown skin man
Since their grandparents
bought one

Yeah I'm rollin down
Rodeo wit a shotgun
These people ain't
seen a brown skin man
Since their grandparents
bought one

Yeah I'm rollin
down Rodeo wit a shotgun
The rungs torn from
the ladder can't
reach the tumour
One god one market one truth
one consumer
Just a quiet peaceful dance

Just a quiet peaceful dance

Just a quiet peaceful dance

Just a quiet peaceful dance
Just a quiet peaceful dance
for the things
we'll never have
Just a quiet peaceful dance
for the things we don't have

I've got a will this time don't care what you say
I've got a feeling this will all go away
It's in the wind this time it's in the southern sky
I can't walk on water yet won't even try

[Chorus]
So drown me slowly
Enclose me
Drown me slowly alright
Drown me slowly
Enfold me
Drown me slowly

All that I took with me was a bad taste in my mouth
Went all around the world just couldn't spit it out
Just like ground zero was the surface of the sun
That's a sickness I can't fix it not all at once

[Chorus]
So drown me slowly
Enclose me
Drown me slowly alright
Drown me slowly
Enfold me
Drown me slowly

Don't let them take you down
You'll leave a better world than you found
Don't let them take you down
You'll leave a better world than you found
Don't let them take you down
Don't let them take you down
Don't let them take you down
Don't let them take you down

[Chorus]
So drown me slowly
Enclose me
Drown me slowly alright
Drown me slowly
Enfold me
Drown me slowly

Drown me slowly
Drown me slowly
Drown me slowly

Met a man locked away for things he hadn't done
innocense on a ball and chain never feel the sun
a grin on his face roses in his hands
but when he smiled at me i could understand

if you're free you'll never see the walls
if you're head is clear you'll never freefall
if you're out right you never fear the wrong
if you're head is high you never fear at all

there was a daughter of a man
took his life too young
she swore she'd never do those things
then did just what he'd done
and a boy whose gone insane
voices in his head
no one knows what they say
now his mothers dead

if you're free you'll never see the walls
if you're head is clear you'll never freefall
if you're right you never fear the wrong
if you're head is high you never fear at all

cuttin me down
cuttin me down

there was a man who had a face it looked alot like me
i saw him in the mirror and i fought him in the street
then when he turned away i shot him in the head
then i came to realize i had killed myself

if you're free you'll never see the walls
if you're head is clear you'll never freefall
if you're right you never fear the wrong
if you're head is high you never fear

cuttin me down and
cuttin me down

Huh!
Check it...uggh!
Silence
Something about silence makes me sick
'Cause silence can be violent
Sorta like a slit wrist

If the vibe was suicide
Then you would push da button
But if ya bowin' down
Then let me do the cuttin'

Some speak the sounds
But speak in silent voices
Like radio is silent
Though it fills the air with noises
Its transmissions bring submission
As ya mold to the unreal
And mad boy grips the microphone
Wit' a fistful of steel
Yeah...and mad mad boy grips the microphone
Wit' a fistful of steel

Wit' a fistful of steel
('Cause I know the power of the question)
Wit' a fistful of steel
Wit' a fistful of steel
(And I won't stop 'cause I know the power of the question)

It's time to flow like the fluid in ya veins
If ya will it, I will spill it
And ya out just as quick as ya came
Not a silent one
But a defiant one
Never a normal one
'Cause I'm the bastard son
With the visions of the move
Vocals not to soothe
But to ignite and put in flight
My sense of militance
Groovin', playin' this game called survival
The status, the elite, the enemy, the rival
The silent sheep slippin', riffin', trippin'
Give ya a glimpse of the reality I'm grippin'
Steppin' into the jam and I'm slammin' like Shaquille
Mad boy grips the microphone
Wit' a fistful of steel
Yeah...and mad boy grips the microphone
Wit' a fistful of steel

Wit' a fistful of steel
('Cause I know the power of the question)
Wit' a fistful of steel
Wit' a fistful of steel
(And I won't stop 'cause I know the power of the question)

Ahh shit

And I won't stop 'cause I know the power of the question

And if the vibe was suicide
Then you would push da button
But if ya bowin' down
Then let me do the cuttin`

Yeah!
Come on!

A .44 full of bullets
Face full of pale
Eyes full of empty
A stare full of nails
The roulette ball rolls alone on the wheel
A mind full of fire
And a fistful of steel

And if the vibe was suicide
Then you would push da button
But if ya bowin' down
Then let me do the cuttin'

Yeah! Wit' a fistful of steel!
Come on!
Uggh!
Wit' a fistful of steel!
Uggh!

Check it uggh

Silence
Something about
silence makes me sick
Cause silence can be violent
Sorta like a slit wrist
If the vibe was suicide
Then you would push da button
But if ya bowin down
Then let me do the cuttin
Some speak the sounds
But speak in silent voices
Like radio is silent
Though it fills
the air with noises
Its transmissions
bring submission
As ya mold to the unreal
And mad boy grips the microphone
Wit'a fistful of steel

Yeah and mad boy
grips the microphone
Wit'a fistful of steel

Wit'a fistful of steel
Cause I know the power
of the question
Wit'a fistful of steel
Wit'a fistful of steel
cause I
know the power of the question
It's time to flow like the
fluid in ya veins
If ya will it I will spill it
And ya out just as quick
as ya came
Not a silent one
But a defiant one
Never a normal one
Cause I'm the bastard son
With the visions of the move
Vocals not to soothe
But to ignite and put in flight
My sense of militance
Groovin playin this
game called survival
The status the elite
the enemy the rival
The silent sheep slippin
riffin trippin
Give ya a glimpse
of the reality I'm grippin
Steppin into the jam
and I'm slammin like Shaquille
Mad boy grips the microphone
Wit'a fistful of steel

Yeah and mad boy
grips the microphone
Wit'a fistful of steel
Wit'a fistful of steel
Cause I know the power
of the question
Wit'a fistful of steel
Wit'a fistful of steel
Cause I know
power of the question
Ahh shit

And I won't stop cause I know
the power of the question

And if the vibe was suicide
Then you would push da button
But if ya bowin'down
Then let me do the cuttin
Yeah
Come on

A 44 full of bullets
Face full of pale
Eyes full of empty
A stare full of nails
The roulette ball
rolls along on the wheel
A mind full of fire
And a fistful of steel
And if the vibe was suicide
Then you would push da button
But if ya bowin down
Then let me do the cuttin
Yeah Wit a fistful of steel
Come on

Uggh
Wit'a fistful of steel

Uggh

Freedom
Freedom
Uggh!
Pump, pump..
Wah!
Come on!
Uggh!
Solo, I'm a soloist on a solo list
All live, never on a floppy disk
Inka, inka, bottle of ink
Paintings of rebellion
Drawn up by the thoughts I think

Yeah!
Come on!
The militant poet in once again, check it

It's set up like a deck of cards
They're sending us to early graves
For all the diamonds
They'll use a pair of clubs to beat the spades
With poetry I paint the pictures that hit
More like the murals that fit
Don't turn away
Get in front of it

*Brotha, did ya forget ya name?
Did ya lose it on the wall
Playin' tic-tac-toe?

Yo, check the diagonal
Three brothers gone
Come on
Doesn't that make it three in a row?

Spoken quietly: "Anger is a gift"

Come on!
Uggh!

(Guitar solo)

Check that!
Uggh!
Come on
Yeah
Uggh

* Repeat

Yo, check the diagonal
Three million gone
Come on
'Cause they're counting backwards to zero

Environment
The environment exceeding on the level
Of our unconciousness
For example
What does the billboard say
Come and play, come and play
Forget about the movement

Spoken quietly: "Anger is a gift"

Yeeeaaahhhh!
Uggh!
Awww, bring that shit in!
Uggh!
Hey!

Freedom...yea...
Freedom...yea right...
Freedom...yeeeaaahhh!
Freedom!
Yea!
Freedom!
Yea right!
Freedom!
Yea!
Freedom!
Yea!
Right!

Solo I'm a soloist on a solo list
Al live never on a floppy disk
Inka inka bottle of ink
Paintings of rebellion
Drawn up by the thoughts I think

Come on

It's set up like a deck of cards
They're sending us to early graves
For all the diamonds
They'll use a pair of clubs
to beat the spades
With poetry
I paint the pictures that hit
More like the murals that fit
Don't turn away
Get in front of it
Brotha did ya forget ya name
Did ya lose it on the wall
Playin' tic tac toe
Yo check the diagonal
Three brothers gone
Come on
Doesn't that make it three in a row

Anger is a gift

Brotha did ya forget ya name
Did ya lose it on the wall
Playin' tic tac toe
Yo check the diagonal
Three million gone
Come on
Cause they're counting
backwards to zero
Environment
The environment exceeding on the level
Of our unconciousness
For example
What does the billboard say
Come and play come and play
Forget about the movement

Anger is a gift
Yeah
Ugh

Bring that shit

Solo I'm a soloist on a solo list
Al live never on a floppy disk
Inka inka bottle of ink
Paintings of rebellion
Drawn up by the thoughts I think

Come on

It's set up like a deck of cards
They're sending us to early graves
For all the diamonds
They'll use a pair of clubs
to beat the spades
With poetry
I paint the pictures that hit
More like the murals that fit
Don't turn away
Get in front of it
Brotha did ya forget ya name
Did ya lose it on the wall
Playin' tic tac toe
Yo check the diagonal
Three brothers gone
Come on
Doesn't that make it three in a row

Anger is a gift

Brotha did ya forget ya name
Did ya lose it on the wall
Playin' tic tac toe
Yo check the diagonal
Three million gone
Come on
Cause they're counting
backwards to zero
Environment
The environment exceeding on the level
Of our unconciousness
For example
What does the billboard say
Come and play come and play
Forget about the movement

Anger is a gift
Yeah
Ugh

Bring that shit

Solo I'm a soloist on a solo list
Al live never on a floppy disk
Inka inka bottle of ink
Paintings of rebellion
Drawn up by the thoughts I think

Come on

It's set up like a deck of cards
They're sending us to early graves
For all the diamonds
They'll use a pair of clubs
to beat the spades
With poetry
I paint the pictures that hit
More like the murals that fit
Don't turn away
Get in front of it
Brotha did ya forget ya name
Did ya lose it on the wall
Playin' tic tac toe
Yo check the diagonal
Three brothers gone
Come on
Doesn't that make it three in a row

Anger is a gift

Brotha did ya forget ya name
Did ya lose it on the wall
Playin' tic tac toe
Yo check the diagonal
Three million gone
Come on
Cause they're counting
backwards to zero
Environment
The environment exceeding on the level
Of our unconciousness
For example
What does the billboard say
Come and play come and play
Forget about the movement

Anger is a gift
Yeah
Ugh

Bring that shit

Uggh!
Pull, pull
Wuh! (Sung sorta like Michael Jackson)
Come on!
Uggh!
Solo, I'm a soloist on a solo list
All live, never on a floppy disk
Inka, inka, bottle of ink
Paintings of rebellion
Drawn up by the thoughts I think

Yeah!
Come on!
The militant poet in once again, check it

It's set up like a deck of cards
They're sending us to early graves
For all the diamonds
They'll use a pair of clubs to beat the spades
With poetry I paint the pictures that hit
More like the murals that fit
Don't turn away
Get in front of it

Brotha, did ya forget ya name?
Did ya lose it on the wall
Playin' tic-tac-toe?

Yo, check the diagonal
Three brothers gone
Come on
Doesn't that make it three in a row?

Spoken quietly: "Anger is a gift"

Come on!
Uggh!

(Guitar solo)

Check that!
Uggh!
Come on
Yeah
Uggh

Brotha, did ya forget ya name?
Did ya lose it on the wall
Playin' tic-tac-toe?

Yo, check the diagonal
Three million gone
Come on
'Cause they're counting backwards to zero

Environment
The environment exceeding on the level
Of our unconciousness
For example
What does the billboard say
Come and play, come and play
Forget about the movement

Spoken quietly: "Anger is a gift"

Yeeeaaahhhh!
Uggh!
Awww, bring that shit in!
Uggh!
Hey!

Freedom...yea...
Freedom...yea right...
Freedom...yeeeaaahhh!
Freedom!
Yea!
Freedom!
Yea right!
Freedom!
Yea!
Freedom!
Yea!
Right!

Houses haunted
i just want to go for a ride out an on
thought i'd set this room a light left alone
forever and for crimes unclear with my patience gone
someone take me far from here

burn that gasoline yea
burn that gasoline

new day only another day in solitude
houses honest clearly more than i can bare drain me all
before i set my world on fire i am gone
the sun will never set tonight

burn that gasoline yea
burn that gasoline

no more forests
only a can on red
says danger on it
i have found another way

burn that gasoline yea
burn that gasoline
burn it all the way
burn it all the way

The first time i saw you you were chasin down
a cyclone all alone in the field
with railyards and clovers i kept rollin on
never thought you'd wind up chasin me

i settle down
i won't hesitate to hit the highway
before you leave me to waste no
i'll settle up and i'll help you find something to drive
before you drown yourself

your tired of walkin and you loathe the ground
the sideway belly touched your feet
black moons to slowly to hold you down
with ring hand you take it out on me

settle down
i won't hesitate to hit the highway
before you leave me to waste
saddle up and i'll help you find something to drive
before you drive me insane

so get yourself a car
drive it all alone
get ourself a car
and ride it on the wind
get yourself a car
and drive it all alone
get yourself a car
and ride it on the wind yea

yea we'll settle down
i won't hesitate to hit the highway
before you leave me to waste
settle up and i'll help you find something to drive
before you drive me insane

get yourself a car
and drive it all alone
get yourself a car
and ride it on the wind
get yourself a car
and drive it all alone
get yourself a car
and ride it on the wind

Man walks along a railroad track
He goin' someplace and there's no turnin' back
Highway patrol choppers comin' up over the ridge
Man sleeps by a campfire under the bridge
Shelter line stretchin' around the corner
Welcome to the new world of order
Families sleeping in their cars in the Southwest
No job, no home, no peace, no rest
No rest!
The highway is alive tonight
Nobody's foolin' nobody about is where it goes
I'm sitting down here in the campfire light
Searching for the Ghost of Tom Joad
He pulls his prayer book out of his sleeping bag
The preacher lights up a budd and takes a drag
He waiting for the time when the last shall be first
and the first shall be last
In a cardboard box 'neath the underpass
With a one-way ticket to the promised land
With a hole in your belly and gun in your hand
Lookin' for a pillow of solid rock
Bathin' in the city aqueduct
The highway is alive tonight
Nobody's foolin' nobody about is where it goes
I'm sitting down here in the campfire light
With the Ghost of old Tom Joad
Now Tom said Mom, wherever ya see a cop beatin' a guy
Wherever a hungry newborn baby cries
Wherever there's a fight against the blood and hatred in the air
Look for me Mom, I'll be there
Wherever somebody's strugglin' for a place to stand
For a decent job or a helpin' hand
Wherever somebody's strugglin' to be free
Look in their eyes Mom you'll see me.
Well the highway is alive tonight
Nobody's foolin' nobody about is where it goes
I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light
With the ghost of Tom Joad

With downcast eyes the multitudes set
as the cattle cars pulled along the rusty tracks
one raised his hand in the fading light
said excuse me sir this doesn't seem right
and now he's gone like whispers gone like rain
gone like the faithful while the faithless remain
gone like the stone the builder refused
gone and overdue
There's a river in Texas with a strong undertow
no one crosses it to freedom, no one pans for gold
its waters are clear but its waters are cold
its current is swift and no one knows where it goes
it's just gone like whispers gone like rain
gone like the faithful while the faithless remain
gone like the stone the builder refused
gone and overdue
gone and overdue
[harmonica solo]
When a cool desert don't appear on no map
coyote's scream rips the night in half
he hears the devil coming
footsteps on the path
so he chews off his own leg to get out of the trap
and he's gone like whispers gone like rain
gone like the faithful while the faithless remain
gone like the stone the builder refused
gone and overdue
gone and overdue

Transmission
third world war third round
A decade of the weapon of
sound above ground
no shelter
if you're looking for shade
I lick shots at
the brutal charade
As tha polls close
like a casket
On truth devoured
A silent play on the
shadow of power
A spectacle monopolized
The camera's eye
on choice disguised
Was it cast for
the mass who burn and toil
Or for the vultures
who thirst for blood and oil
A spectacle monopolized
They hold the reins
and stole your eyes
The fistagons bullets and bombs
Who stuff the banks
Who staff the party ranks
More for Gore or the son
of a drug lord
None of the above fuck
it cut the cord
Lights out guerrilla radio
Turn that shit up
Lights out guerrilla radio
Turn that shit up
Lights out guerrilla radio
Turn that shit up
Lights out guerrilla radio
Contact I highjacked
the frequencies
Blockin the beltway
Move on DC

Transmission
third world war third round
A decade of the weapon of
sound above ground
no shelter
if you're looking for shade
I lick shots at
the brutal charade
As tha polls close
like a casket
On truth devoured
A silent play on the
shadow of power
A spectacle monopolized
The camera's eye
on choice disguised
Was it cast for
the mass who burn and toil
Or for the vultures
who thirst for blood and oil
A spectacle monopolized
They hold the reins
and stole your eyes
The fistagons bullets and bombs
Who stuff the banks
Who staff the party ranks
More for Gore or the son
of a drug lord
None of the above fuck
it cut the cord
Lights out guerrilla radio
Turn that shit up
Lights out guerrilla radio
Turn that shit up
Lights out guerrilla radio
Turn that shit up
Lights out guerrilla radio
Contact I highjacked
the frequencies
Blockin the beltway
Move on DC

Transmission
third world war third round
A decade of the weapon of
sound above ground
no shelter
if you're looking for shade
I lick shots at
the brutal charade
As tha polls close
like a casket
On truth devoured
A silent play on the
shadow of power
A spectacle monopolized
The camera's eye
on choice disguised
Was it cast for
the mass who burn and toil
Or for the vultures
who thirst for blood and oil
A spectacle monopolized
They hold the reins
and stole your eyes
The fistagons bullets and bombs
Who stuff the banks
Who staff the party ranks
More for Gore or the son
of a drug lord
None of the above fuck
it cut the cord
Lights out guerrilla radio
Turn that shit up
Lights out guerrilla radio
Turn that shit up
Lights out guerrilla radio
Turn that shit up
Lights out guerrilla radio
Contact I highjacked
the frequencies
Blockin the beltway
Move on DC

Transmission
third world war third round
A decade of the weapon of
sound above ground
no shelter
if you're looking for shade
I lick shots at
the brutal charade
As tha polls close
like a casket
On truth devoured
A silent play on the
shadow of power
A spectacle monopolized
The camera's eye
on choice disguised
Was it cast for
the mass who burn and toil
Or for the vultures
who thirst for blood and oil
A spectacle monopolized
They hold the reins
and stole your eyes
The fistagons bullets and bombs
Who stuff the banks
Who staff the party ranks
More for Gore or the son
of a drug lord
None of the above fuck
it cut the cord
Lights out guerrilla radio
Turn that shit up
Lights out guerrilla radio
Turn that shit up
Lights out guerrilla radio
Turn that shit up
Lights out guerrilla radio
Contact I highjacked
the frequencies
Blockin the beltway
Move on DC

Transmission third world war third round
A decade of the weapon of sound above ground
No shelter if youre looking for shade
I lick shots at the brutal charade
As the polls close like a casket
On truth devoured
Silent play in the shadow of power
A spectacle monopolized
The cameras eyes on choice disguised
Was it cast for the mass who burn and toil?
Or for the vultures who thirst for blood and oil?
Yes a spectacle monopolized
They hold the reins, stole your eyes
All the fistagons the bullets and bombs
Who stuff the banks
Who staff the party ranks
More for Gore or the son of a drug lord
None of the above fuck it cut the cord

Lights out guerilla Radio
Turn that shit up

Contact I highjacked the frequencies
Blockin the beltway
Move on DC
Way past the days of bombin MCs
Sound off Mumia guan be free
Who gottem yo check the federal file
All you pen devils know the trial was vile
Army of pigs try to silence my style
Off em all out that box its my radio dial

Lights out guerilla Radio
Turn that shit up

It has to start somewhere
It has to start sometime
What better place than here
What better time than nowAll
hell cant stop us now
All hell cant stop us nowAll
hell cant stop us now
All hell cant stop us now
All hell cant stop us now
All hell cant stop us now

Transmission third world war third round
A decade of the weapon of sound above ground
No shelter if youre looking for shade
I lick shots at the brutal charade
As the polls close like a casket
On truth devoured
A silent play on the shadow of power
A spectacle monopolized
The cameras eyes on choice disguised
Was it cast for the mass who burn and toil?
Or for the vultures who thirst for blood and oil?
Yes a spectacle monopolized
They hold the reins, stole your eyes
All the fistagons the bullets and bombs
Who stuff the banks
Who staff the party ranks
More for Gore or the son of a drug lord
None of the above fuck it cut the cord
Lights out guerilla Radio
Turn that shit up

Contact I highjacked the frequencies
Blockin the beltway
Move on DC
Way past the days of bombin MCs
Sound off Mumia guan be free
Who gottem yo check the federal file
All you pen devils know the trial was vile
An army of pigs try to silence my style
Off em all out that box its my radio dial
Lights out guerilla Radio
Turn that shit up

It has to start somewhere
It has to start sometime
What better place than here
What better time than now

All hell cant stop us now

Transmission
third world war third round
A decade of the weapon of
sound above ground
no shelter
if you're looking for shade
I lick shots at
the brutal charade
As tha polls close
like a casket
On truth devoured
A silent play on the
shadow of power
A spectacle monopolized
The camera's eye
on choice disguised
Was it cast for
the mass who burn and toil
Or for the vultures
who thirst for blood and oil
A spectacle monopolized
They hold the reins
and stole your eyes
The fistagons bullets and bombs
Who stuff the banks
Who staff the party ranks
More for Gore or the son
of a drug lord
None of the above fuck
it cut the cord
Lights out guerrilla radio
Turn that shit up
Lights out guerrilla radio
Turn that shit up
Lights out guerrilla radio
Turn that shit up
Lights out guerrilla radio
Contact I highjacked
the frequencies
Blockin the beltway
Move on DC

Anchor the night, open the sky
Hide in the hours before sunrise
Pray for me not, I won't lose sight
Of where I belong and where you lie

Well, heaven's dead when you get sad
I see your wishes fly
Out of time
For the best time you've had

Shipwreck the sun, I'm on your side
An army of one, onward we will ride
Whisper your songs, birds to the air
We'll bury all of our burdens there

Well, heaven's dead when you get sad
I see your wishes fly
Out of time
For the best time you've had
Heaven's dead when you get sad
I see your wishes flying
Out of time
For the best time you've had

For the best time you've had
Best time you had
Heaven's dead when you get sad

Heaven's dead when you get sad
I see your wishes fly
Out of time
For the best time you've had
Heaven's dead when you get sad
I see your wishes flying
Out of time

I'll take it all, arrows or guns
Hundreds more to save you from one

To save you from one
To save you from one
Heaven's dead when you get sad