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Opera
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Wykonawcy

Teksty: Rage Against The Machine. Testify. Bullet In Your Head.

This time the bullet cold rocked ya
A yellow ribbon instead of a swastika
Nothin' proper about ya propaganda
Fools follow the rules when the set commands ya

They said, it was blue when the blood was red
That is how you got a bullet, blasted through your head
Blasted through your head, blasted through your head
I give a shout out to the living dead

Who stood and watched at 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 you realize

They load the clip in omni color
Said, they pack the 9, they fire it at prime time
Sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz
And muthafuckas lost their minds

Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
Yeah

Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
Run it

Check-a, check-a, check it out
They load the clip in omni color
They pack the 9, they fire it at prime time
Sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz
And muthafuckas 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 are tellin' ya
Buyin' all the products that they are sellin' ya
They say jump, ya say how high
Ya brain dead
Ya gotta fuckin' bullet in your head

Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
Yeah

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 got a fuckin' bullet in ya head

Ya standin' in line
Believin' the lies
Ya bowin' down to the flag
Ya got a fuckin' bullet in ya head

A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head

A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head

Ya have got to bullet in ya fuckin' head
Yeah
Yeah