The Gods are Back

COME ON ZACK!! BRING THIS SHIT IT!! Rage Against the Machine is back. We're gonna tear this unfair, politically infested world down! Beware!





Come wit it now!

Come wit it now!

The microphone explodes, shattering the molds
Either drop tha hits like de la O or get tha fuck off tha commode
Wit tha sure shot, sure ta make tha bodies drop
Drop an don't copy yo, don't call this a co-op
Terror rains drenchin', quenchin' tha thirst of tha power dons
That five sided fist-a-gon
Tha rotten sore on tha face of mother earth gets bigger
Tha triggers cold empty ya purse



Rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells

They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells

They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells

They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells



Weapons not food, not homes, not shoes
Not need, just feed the war cannibal animal
I walk tha corner to tha rubble that used to be a library
Line up to tha mind cemetary now
What we don't know keeps tha contracts alive an movin'
They don't gotta burn tha books they just remove 'em
While arms warehouses fill as quick as tha cells
Rally round tha family, pockets full of shells



Rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells

They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells

They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells

They rally round tha family! With a pocket full of shells



Bulls on parade

Come wit it now!

Come wit it now!

Bulls on parade!

Bulls on parade!

Bulls on parade!

Bulls on parade!

Bulls on parade!