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BULLET IN THE HEAD 歌詞
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Rage Against The Machine
- 1992.11.3 リリース
- 作詞
- Zack de la Rocha
- 作曲
- Rage Against The Machine
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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
They said it was blue
When the blood was red
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 centralized
So serene on the screen
You was mesmerized
Cellular phones soundin' a death
tone
Corporations cold
Turn ya to stone before ya realize
They load the clip in omnicolor
They pack the 9, they fire at
prime time
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
They load the clip in omnicolor
They pack the 9, they fire it at
prime time
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
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
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
Ya standin' in line
Believin' the lies
Ya bowin' down to the flag
Ya gotta bullet in ya head
A yellow ribbon instead of a
swastika
Nothin' proper about ya propaganda
Fools follow rules when the set
commands ya
They said it was blue
When the blood was red
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 centralized
So serene on the screen
You was mesmerized
Cellular phones soundin' a death
tone
Corporations cold
Turn ya to stone before ya realize
They load the clip in omnicolor
They pack the 9, they fire at
prime time
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
They load the clip in omnicolor
They pack the 9, they fire it at
prime time
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
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
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
Ya standin' in line
Believin' the lies
Ya bowin' down to the flag
Ya gotta bullet in ya head
