Текст песни Rage Against The Machine - Guerilla Radio
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[Zach de la Rocha]Transmission, third World War, third roundA decade of the weapon of sound above groundNo Shelter if you`re looking for shadeI lick shots at the brutal charadeAs the polls close like a casket, on truth devouredA silent play on the shadow of powerA spectacle monopolizedThe cameras eyes on choice disguisedWas it cast for the mass who burn and toilOr for the vultures who thirst for blood and oil?Yes, a spectacle monopolized!They hold the reins, stole your eyes!All the Fist-a-gons, the bullets, and bombsWho stuff the banksWho staff the party ranksMore for Gore or the son of a drug lordNone of the above. FUCK IT, cut the cord![Chorus]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 highjacked the frequenciesBlockin` the beltway, move on DC!Way past the days of bombin` MCs`Sound OFF, Mumia guan be free!Who got `em? Yo, check the federal fileAll you pen devils know the trial was vileAn army of pigs try to silence my styleOff `em all out that box, it`s my radio dial![Chorus][guitar riff][*whispers*]It has to start somewhere..It has to start sometime...What better place than here?..What better time than now?...[repeat 6X]ALL, HELL, CAN`T STOP US NOW!!