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 rules when the set
commands ya
they said it was blue
When the blood was red
That's how you got a bullet blasted
through ya head
Blasted through ya head
Blasted through ya 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 was mesmerized
Cellular phones soundin' a death
tone
Corporations cold
Turn ya to stone before ya realize
they load the clip in omnicolor
They pack the 9, they fire it at
prime time
Sleeping gas, every home was like
Alcatraz
And mutha fuckas lost their minds
Just victims of the in-house