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
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
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
Oh, the world is my expense It's the cost of my desire Jesus blessed me with it's future And I protect it with fire So raise your fists and march around
My fears hunt me down Capturing my memories The frontier of loss They try to escape across the street where Jesus stripped bare And raped the spirit he
Killing in the name of Some of those that work forces Are the same that burn crosses Some of those that work forces Are the same that burn crosses Some
volture came ta try and steal ya name but Now you found a gun This is for the people of the sun It's comin' back around again This is for tha people
, we'll break in Something must be done About vengeance, a badge and a gun 'Cause I'll rip the mike, rip the stage, rip the system I was born to rage against
's land or death War within a breath It's land or death War within a breath Shots heard, underground round the rapture Worlds eye captured At last a
as I drop the bomb 'Cause I'm housin' Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb 'Cause I'm housin' Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb Coolin' at
I'm gonna kick 'em out Well I feel pretty good And I guess that I could get crazy now, baby 'Cause we all got in tune When the dressing room got hazy
globe, yes the picture's the same There's a bank, there's a church, a myth and a hearse A mall and a loan, a child dead at birth There's a widow pig
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
: My fears hunt me down Capturing my memories The frontier of loss They try to escape across the street where Jesus stripped bare And raped the
: Killing in the name of Some of those that work forces, are the saints that burn crosses Now ya do what they told ya Don't you die or justify
: The movie ran through me The glamour subdue me The tabloid untie me I'm empty please fill me Mister anchor assure me That Baghdad is burning
point on tha globe Yes tha pictures tha same There's a bank a church a myth and a hearse A mall and a loan a child dead at birth There's a widow pig