Bulls on Parade (Live Album Version)
Come wit it now
This microphone explodes shatterin the molds
Etiher drop the hits like de la o
Or get the fuck off the commode
With that sure shot
Sure ta make the bodies drop
Drop and don't copy yo don't call this a co-op
Terror reigns drenching quenchin
The thirst of power dons
That five sided fist-a-gon
Tha rotten sore on the face of mother gets bigger
The trigger's cold empty ya purse
Rally round the family
With a pocket full of shells
They rally round the family
With a pocket full of shells
Weapons not food not homes not shoes not need
Just feed tha war cannibal animal
I walk the corner to the rubble
That used to be a library line up outside the mind's cemetary now
What we don't know keeps the contract's alive and movin
They don't gotta burn the boooks they just remove
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
Come wit it now
Bulls on parade
compositores: BRAD WILK, TIMOTHY COMMERFORD, TOM MORELLO, ZACK M DE LA ROCHA
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