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Rage Against The Machine - Evil Empire
1. People Of The Sun
2. Bulls On Parade
3. Vietnow
4. Revolver
5. Snakecharmer
6. Tire Me
7. Down Rodeo
8. Without A Face
9. Wind Below
10. Roll Right
11. Year Of Tha Boomerang
1. People Of The Sun
Since 1516 minds attacked and overseen, nowCrawl amidst the ruins of this
Empty dream
They're boredrs and boots on top of us, pullin'
Knobs on the floor of their toxic metropolis
So how you gonna get what you need to get? tha
Gut eaters, blood drenched get offensive like
tet
When the fifth sun sets get back reclaim, tha
Spirit of cuahtemoc alive an untamed
Face tha funk now blastin' out ya
Speaker, on the one maya, mexica
That volture came ta try and steal ya name but
Now you found a gun
This is for the people of the sun
It's comin' back around again
This is for tha people of tha sun
Neva forget that tha wip snapped ya back, ya
Spine cracked for tobacco, oh i'm the marlboro
man
Our past blastin' on through tha verses,
Brigades of taxi cabs rollin' broadway like
Hearses
Troops strippin' zoots, shots of red mist,
Sailors blood on tha deck,
Come sista resist
Tha new era of terror check this photo lens,
Tha city of angels foes tha ethnic cleanse
Heads bobbin' to that funk out ya
Speaker, on tha one maya, mexica
That vulture came ya try an steal ya name but now
You found a gun... you're history
This is for tha people of the sun
It's comin' back around again
This is for tha people of tha sun
2. Bulls On Parade
This microphone explodes, shatteringthe molds
Ya 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
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
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
Bulls on parade
3. Vietnow
Turn on tha radio, nah fuck it turn it offFear is your only god on the radio
Nah fuck it, turn it off
Turn it off, turn on tha radio, nah fuck it turn it off
Fear is your only god on the radio
Nah fuck it, your saviour's my guillotine, crosses and kerosene
Merge on tha networks, slangin' nerve gas
Up jump tha boogie then bang, let 'em hang
While tha paraniod try ta stuff tha void
Let's capture this AM mayhem
Undressed, and blessed by tha Lord
Tha power pendulum swings by tha umbilical cord
Shock around tha clock, from noon 'til noon
Men grabbin' they mics, and stuff 'em into tha womb
Terror's tha product ya push
Well I'm a truth addict, oh shit I gotta headrush
Sheep tremble an here come tha votes
Thrown from tha throat, new cages an scapegoats
Undressed and blessed by tha Lord
Tha same devil that ran around Managua wit a sword
Check out tha new style that Ollie found
I tune in wit a bullet ta shut down tha devil sound
Shut down tha devil sound
Tha program of Vietnow
Shut down tha devil sound
Turn on the radio, nah fuck it turn it off
Fear is your only god on the radio
Nah fuck it, turn it off
Turn it off, turn on the radio, nah fuck it turn it off
Fear is your only god on the radio
Nah fuck it, your saviour's my guillotine, crosses and kerosene
Flex tha cerebellum, fire, uh!
Somebody gotta shell 'em
These evil angels lists, hittin' tha AM playlist
Paid ta say this
That one inhuman, illegal, single woman
Tha one wit out a room
The transmissions wippin' our backs
Yeah, comin' down like bats from Stacy Coon
Terror's tha product ya push
Well I'm a truth addict, oh shit I gotta headrush
Tha sheep tremble an here come tha votes
Thrown from tha throat, new cages and scapegoats
One caution tha mics a detonator unwound
Ta shut down tha devil sound
Shut down tha devil sound
Check tha heads bow in vietnow
Shut down tha devil sound
Is all tha world jails and churches?
Is all tha world jails and churches?
Is all tha world jails and churches?
Is all tha world jails and churches?
Is all tha world jails and churches?
Radio, nah fuck it, turn it off
Fear is your only god on tha radio
Nah fuck it, turn it off
Turn it off, turn on tha radio, nah fuck it turn it off
Fear is your only god on tha radio
Nah fuck it, your saviour's my guillotine, crosses and kerosene
Fear is your, fear is your, fear is your only god
Fear is your, fear is your, fear is your only god
Fear is your, fear is your, fear is your only god
Fear is your, fear is your, fear is your only god
4. Revolver
His spit is worth more than her workPass the purse to the pugilist
He's a prizefighter
He brought rings and he owns kin
And now he's swingin'
And now he's the champion
Hey revolver, don't mothers make
Good fathers?
Revolver
A spotless domain
Hides festering hopes she's certain there's more
Pictures of fields without fences
Her body numbers he approches the door
Hey revolver, don't mothers make
Good fathers?
5. Snakecharmer
Satelittes and mirrors and a man without a homeA horse and a rider and a clever cunning killer
Silent in error and vocal in spotlight
Lying always sucking on a bottle of that sweet
Indulgent fluid Oh greed oh yes Your friendship is a fog
That disapperas when the wind redirects You. yes you.
A fathers expectations, soul soaked in spit and urine
And you gatta make it where
To a sanctuary that's only a fragile american
Hell An empty dream A slefish, horrific vision
Passed on like the deadliest of viruses Crushing you
So have no illusion boy Vomit up all ideals and serve
Sleep and wake, and serve Don't think just wake and serve
Your friendship is a fog That disappears when the wind redirects
You interested in you, interested in you interested in you,
interested in you interested in you, interested in you
6. Tire Me
Yeah ya tryin� ta tire me tire meI can see you in front of me, front of me
Yeah ya tryin� ta tire me tire me
Why don�t you get from in front of me
She�s got everyone�s eyes In every home there�s a sickening
Distress Of roll that film she�s a precious, a precious
One But we�re all gonna ..... nah we�re already Dead!
We�re already dead! And those colorful words for tha laos frontierman
Who passed away with the truth Amidst tha eologues of bliss
Who will know now what I know about you
Now that history�s a flowery cancerous mess ...........
A mess Nah lets see it broken bloody, and undresses!
We�re already dead! I wanna be jackie onassis
I wanna wear a pair of dark sunglasses
I wanna be jackie o Oh, oh , oh please don�t die
We�re already dead
7. Down Rodeo
Yeah I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgunThese 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
(Guitar solo)
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
8. Without A Face
Agin'n this bolo tight on this solo flight can�t fight aloneFunk 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 dropzone
The clockers born starin' at an empty plate
Momma�s torn hands cover her sunken face
We hungry but them bully 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 precint suburb ta project book
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 now i�m rollin� down rodeo wit a Shot gun these people ain�t seen a
Brown skin man since their grandparents bought one
Bare witness to tha sickest shot while suckas get romantic
They ganna send us campin� like they did my man fred hampton
Still we lampin' still clockin' dirt for our sweat
A ballots dead so bullest what I get A thousand years you had tha tools
We should be taken em' Fuck tha g ride
I want the machines that are maken� em
Our target straight wit a room full of armed pawn to
Off the kings out that west side at dawn
The rungs torn from the ladder can�t reach the tumor
One god, one market, one truth, one consumer
Just a quiet peaceful dance For things we will never have
9. Wind Below
Flip this capital eclipseTha vocal tone has got�em sweatin' hey own
Apocalyppe Yes, tha rebles of tha grains stand Masterless
Tha masked ones cap one nafta comming with tha
New disaster And yes wi in wit tha wind an tha plan de ayala
Kin Are comin' back around again
Tha slave driver saliva, one night power turns
Them devils mouths dry mexico burns
Here they come one by one killers of the new
Fronteir To occupy, we lost in fear
We are the wind below We in wit the wind below
Flip this capital eclipse Them bury life wit imf shifts and
Poison lips Yo they talk it, while silicin� our veins so mark
It From tha fincas, overseers, to them Vultures payin� markets
She ain�t got noting� but weapon And shawl
She is chol, tzotzil, tojolobal, tzeltal,
The tools are her tools, ejidos and ovaries
She once suffocated now through a barrel she
Breathes She is the wind below We in wit the wind below
She is the wind below All the shareholders gonna flex, and try ta
Annex the truth While the new trust gonna flex, and cast their
Image on you G.E is gonna flex and try and annex
The truth Nbc is gonna flex and cast their image
In you Disney brought the fantasies and piles Of eyes
And abc�s new thrill rides of trails And lies
And while the gut eaters strain to pull the mud
From their mouths
They force our ears to go deaf to the screams in
The south
10. Roll Right
Lick off the shot my stories shock ya likeEllison Main line adrenaline gaza to tienanmen
From the basement i'm dwellin' in I cock back the sling
To stone a settler and breaks him off clean
Call me the upsetter Here come the hands on the leashes
The cross, the capital, the pale families, the
Fear and the mouthpieces The single sista lynch
The cell doors crash And the master's drum echo
Roll Right Roll call Now we're alright We're all clam
This hits like fists Bomb with the left and don't miss
With sickness tilo i spark fear in the pigs In the park
Head crack, i hijack the papers and the vapors
Caught fire up in your mind Come back, rewnid one time
Herer come the hands on the leashes
The cross, the capital, the pale families the Fear and the mouthpieces
The single sista lynch The cell door crash And the masters drums echo
Roll right Roll call Now were alright We're all calm