Artist: Rage Against The Machine

Album: Evil Empire

Title: Bulls On Parade

Bulls on parade

The microphone explodes, shattering the molds

Ya either drop tha hits like de la o

Or get the fuck off the commode

With tha sure shot, sure to make the bodies drop

Drop and dont copy yo, dont call this a co-op

Terror reigns drenchin, quenchin tha thirst of the power dons

That five sided fist a gon

That 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

Weapons not foods not home not shoes not need

Just feed tha war cannibal animal I

Walk tha corner to the rubble

That used to be a library

Line up to tha mind cemetary now

What we dont know keeps the contract alive and moving

They dont gotta burn tha books they just remove em

While arms warehouses fill as quik as the cells

Rally round tha family

Pocket full of shells

Rally round tha family

With a pocket full of shells

Bulls on parad