Killing in the name of Some of those that work forces, are the saints that burn crosses Now ya do what they told ya Don't you die or justify You
[Zach de la Rocha] Hey, don't miss out on what you're passing You're missing the hootah of the funky buddah Eluder of the fucked up style's that get wicked
It's a beautiful world we live in A sweet romantic place Beautiful people everywhere The way they show they care makes me want to say It's a beautiful
Down on the street where the faces shine Floatin' around i'm a real low mind See a pretty thing in a wall See a pretty thing in a wall In a wall In a
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more. No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more Well, I wake up in the morning Fold my hands and pray for
The movie ran through me The glamour subdue me The tabloid untie me I'm empty please fill me Mister anchor assure me That Baghdad is burning Your voice
[Zach de la Rocha] Transmission, third World War, third round A decade of the weapon of sound above ground No Shelter if you're looking for shade I lick
My fears hunt me down Capturing my memories The frontier of loss They try to escape across the street where Jesus stripped bare And raped the spirit
Oh...wait a minute now.. Ha ha ha....Come on.. Wait a minute now.. Check.. [Zack de la Rocha] To the Young R to the E, the B to the E, the L Never give
[Zack de la Rocha] Coolin' on the scene like a horse in a stable A brother got ill, and tried to snatch a fat cable I stepped back, like it wasn't no
YEAAAH! [Zack de la Rocha] The world is my expense.. The cost of my desire.. Jesus blessed me with its future.. And I protect it with fire.. So raise
It's just another bombtrack And suckas be thinkin' that they can fade it But I'm going to drop it at a higher level 'Cause I'm inclined to stoop down
The hills find peace Locked armed guard posts Safe from the screams Of the children born as ghosts Gates guns and alarms Shape the calm of the dawn Peering
Tha sun ablaze as Maria's foot Touches tha surface of sand On northern land As human contraband Some rico from Jalisco Passed her name to tha boss She
Through steel walls Your voice blastin' on True rebel my brother Mumia I reflect upon You be tha spark That set all tha prairie fires on Make tha masses
A mass of hands press on the market window Ghosts of progress Dressed in slow death Feeding on hunger And glaring through the promise Upon the food that
volture came ta try and steal ya name but Now you found a gun This is for the people of the sun It's comin' back around again This is for tha people
[Zack de la Rocha - *whispering*] My fears hunt me down.. Capturing my memories.. The frontier of loss.. They try to escape across the street where..