di Morello, De la Rocha

RAGE AGAINST the MACHINE

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’s 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 as the feds cold centralized
So serene on the screen
You were mesmerized
Cellular phones soundin’ a death tone
Corporations cold
Turn ya to stone before ya realize
They load the clip in omnicolour
Said they pack the nine, they fire it at prime time
Sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz
And mutha fuckas lost their minds…

di Butter, Chassagne, Parry

ARCADE FIRE

The king’s taken back the throne
The useless seed was sown
When they say they’re cutting off the phone
Then tell ‘em you’re not home

No place to hide
You’ll find there’s a soldier on their side
You’re still a soldier in your mind
But nothing’s on the line

You say it’s money that we need
As if we’re the only mouths to feed
I know that no matter what you say
There are some debts we never pay…