Текст песни Rage Against The Machine -  Guerilla Radio   
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Transmission third world war third round 
A decade of the weapon of sound above ground 
Ain`t no shelter if you`re looking for shade 
I lick shots at the brutal charade 
As the polls close like a casket 
On truth devoured 
A silent play on the shadow of power 
A spectacle monopolized 
The camera`s eye on choice disguised 
Was it cast for the mass who burn and toil? 
Or for the vultures who thirst for blood and oil? 
A spectacle monopolized 
They hold the reins and stole your eyes 
The fistagons bullets and bombs 
Who stuff the banks 
Who staff the party ranks 
More for Gore or the son of a drug lord 
None of the above fuck it cut the cord 
 
Lights out guerilla radio 
Turn that shit up 
Lights out guerilla radio 
Turn that shit up 
Lights out guerilla radio 
Turn that shit up 
Lights out guerilla radio 
 
Contact I highjack the frequencies 
Blockin` the beltway 
Move on DC 
Way past the days of bombin` mc`s 
Sound off Mumia Guan be free 
Who gottem yo check the federal file 
All you pen devils know the trial was vile 
An army of pigs trying to silence my style 
Off `em all out that box it`s my radio dial 
 
Lights out guerilla radio 
Turn that shit up 
Lights out guerilla radio 
Turn that shit up 
Lights out guerilla radio 
Turn that shit up 
Lights out guerilla radio 
 
It has to start somewhere 
It has to start sometime 
What better place than here 
What better time than now 
 
All hell can`t stop us now 
All hell can`t stop us now 
All hell can`t stop us now 
All hell can`t stop us now 
All hell can`t stop us now 
All hell can`t stop us now