(Rock and Roll music is the main weapon)
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Check... 1, 2
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Alright, watch this
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I was born with the voice of a riot, a storm
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Lightning the function, the form,
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Far from the norm I wont follow like cattle I'm more like a catalyst
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Calm in the mix of battle
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Who let the cowboy on a saddle, he don't know a missile from a gavel,
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Para terror troopin flippin loops of death upon innocent flesh, but I'm,
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Back in the cipher my foes and friends with a verse and a pen against a line I won't toe or defend,
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Instead I curse at the murderous men, in suits of professionals who act like animals
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Man child, ruthless and wild,
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Who gonna chain this beast back on the leash? This Texas furor for sure-a, compasionless con who serve a,
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lethal needle to the poor the cure for, crime, is murder?
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Well, I was born, voice of a riot, a storm
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Lightning the function, the form,
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Far from the norm I wont follow like cattle I'm more like a catalyst
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Calm in the mix of battle
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Who let the cowboy on a saddle, he don't know a missle from a gavel
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On the Left, On the Left,left, right left
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On the Left, On the Left,left, right left
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On the Left, Uhh, On the Left, left, right
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(OK, you're lookin' good, you might just move a little left,
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just a little left, about 170)
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I read the news today, oh boy, a snap shot of a midnight ploy
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vexed and powerless, devoured by hours, I'm motionless with no rest
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Cause a scream now holds the sky, under another high-tech drive-by
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A lie is a lie is a God, an eagle is a condor of war, and nothing more
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Islam peace, Islam stare into my eyes brother please off our knees
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to beef now we feed their disease, interlocked our hands across seas
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A flag is a rag is a shroud out loud, outside, a faceless crowd
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A cowering child just took their last breath, one snare in the march of death.
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Uhh, come on
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Get up
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On the Left, On the Left,left, right left
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On the Left, On the Left,left, right left
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On the Left, On the Left,left, right left
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On the Left, Uhh, On the Left, left, right
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Here it comes the sound of terror from above
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he flex his Texas twisted tounge
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the poor lined up to kill in desert slums
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for oil that boil beneath the desert sun
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Now we spit flame flip this game
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All the targets are taking aim
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All targets are taking aim
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We're the targets are taking aim
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March of Death
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Rage Against The Machine |