Bulls On Parade

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    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

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    Composición: Tim Commerford, Tom Morello, Zack De La Rocha y Bradley Wilk

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