I be walkin' god like a dog My narrative fearless My word war returns to burn Like baldwin home in pairs Steel from a furnace I was born landless It's
born of a broken man -- rage against the machine My fears haunt me down Capturing my memories The frontier of loss They try to escape across the street
The hills find a peace Locked armed guard posts Safe from the screams Of the children born as ghosts Gates guns and alarms Shape the calm of the dawn
A mass of hands press on the market window Ghosts of progress Feeding on hunger And glaring through the promise Upon the food that rots slowly in the
Transmission of a third world third rounf A decade of the weapon of sound above ground Ain't no shelter if you're looking for shade I lick shots at a
The sun ablaze as maria's foot Touches the surface of sand On northern land As human contraband Some rico from jalisco Passed her name to tha boss She
To tha young r to tha e tha b to tha e tha l Never give up just live up Fed upon america We be spittin' it up Rippin' it up For an even amount in each
Hungry people don't stay hungry for long They get hope from fire and smoke as they reach for tha dawn The spirit of jackson Now screams through tha ruins
The world is my expense The cost of my desire Jesus blessed me with its future And i protect it with fire So raise your fists And march around Don't dare
The movie ran through me The glamour subdue me The tabloid unite me I'm empty please fill me Mister anchor assure me That baghdad is burning Your voice
tha spark That set all tha prairie fires on Make tha masses a mastodon path To trample tha fascist on At fifteen exposed philly's finest killing machine
Every official that comes in Cripples us leaves us maimed Silent and tamed And with out flesh and bones He builds his homes Southern fists Rise through
The main attraction, distraction Got ya number than number than numb Empty ya pockets son, they got you thinkin' that What ya need is what they selling
No matter how hard you try, you can't stop us now No matter how hard you try, you can't stop us now We're the renegades of this atomic age This atomic
Transmission third world war third round Decade of the weapon of sound above ground No shelter if you're looking for shade I lick shots at the brutal
Come with it now! Come with it now! The microphone explodes, shattering the molds Either drop hits like De-La-O or get the fuck off the commode With
Yeah ya tryin' ta tire me, tire me I can see you in front of me, front of me Ya tryin' ta tire me, tire me Why don't you get from in front of me She's
The movie ran through me, the glamor subdue me The tabloid untie me, I'm empty, please fill me Mister anchor assure me that Baghdad is burning Your voice