paroles de chanson Bulls On Parade - Rage Against the Machine

Come with it now!
Come with 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-op

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 your 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 homes, not shoes
Not need, just feed the war cannibal animal
I walk the corner to the rubble that used to be a library
Line up to the mind cemetery now

What we don't know keeps the contracts alive and movin'
They don't gotta burn the books, they just remove 'em
While arms warehouses fill as quick as the cells
Rally 'round the family, pocket full of shells

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

Bulls on parade
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Come with it now!

Come with it now!

Bulls on parade!

Bulls on parade!
Bulls on parade!
Bulls on parade!
Bulls on parade!