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Rage Against The Machine Lyrics

Rage Against The Machine Lyrics

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!

(Guitar solo)

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

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Beautiful World
It's a beautiful world we live in A sweet romantic place Beautiful
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Black Steel In The Hour Of Chaos
(This is by Public Enemy Not Rage Against The Machine) I
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I got a letter from the government
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Bombtrack
It's just another bombtrack And suckas be thinkin that they can fade
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Born As Ghosts
The hills find peace Locked armed guard posts Safe from the screams
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Born Of A Broken Man
My fears hunt me down Capturing my memories The frontier of loss
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Born Of Ghosts
Bullet In The Head
Bullet in your head
Bulls On Parade
Calm Like A Bomb
CIA Criminals In Action
Clamp Down
Clampdown
Clear The Lane
Darkness
Darkness Of Greed
Degeneration X
D-Generation X
Down On The Street
Down Rodeo
Fistful Of Steel
Fistfull Of Steel
Freedom
Fuck tha Police
Fuck The Police
Ghost Of Tom Joad
Ghost Without A Face
Guerilla Radio
Guerrila Radio
Guerrilla Radio
Had To Be Playin On The Jukebox
Hadda Be Playing On The Jukebox
Hadda Been Playing On The Jukebox
Hey
Hit The Deck
How I Could Just Kill A Man
In My Eyes
Kick Out The Jams
Killing In The Name
Know Your Enemy
Maria
Memory of the Dead
Memory Of The Dead Land And Liberty
Mic Check
Mic Check (Once Hunting, Now Hunted)
Microphone Fiend
My Time
New Millenium Homes
New Millennium Homes
No Shelter
People Of The Sun
People Of The Sun Original Version
Pistol Grip Pump
Producer Fall From The Grace Of People
Producer/Fall From The Grace Of The People
Renegades
Renegades Of Funk
Revolver
Roll Right
Settle For Nothing
Sleep Now In The Fire
Snakecharmer
Sound Of The Police
Street Fighting Man
Take The Power Back
Tammy Fat Bitch Remix
Testify
The Ghost Of Tom Joad
The Ghost Of Tom Jones
The Narrows
Tire Me
Tool And Rage Against The Machine untitled
Township Rebellion
Vietnow
Voice Of The Voiceless
Wake Up
Wake Up (ost.Matrix)
War With A Breath
War Within A Breath
Wind Below
Without A Face
Year Of Tha Boomerang
Year Of The Boomerang
Im Housin
Blacksteel: In the Hour Of Chaos
Zapatas Blood
Darkness By Rage Against The Machine
Killing In The Name Of




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