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 facde 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 clothes 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
Letras de Rage Against The Machine
Faixas do álbum
| 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 |
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