Rage Against the Machine - Bullet in the Head lyrics
[Rage Against the Machine - Bullet in the Head lyrics]
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
Said it was blue, when ya blood was red
That's how ya 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
Said they pack the nine
They fire it at prime time the sleeping gas
Every home was like Alcatraz
And mothafuckas lost their minds
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say "how high?" yeah
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say "how high?" run it
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say "how high?" yeah
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say "how high?"
Checka, checka, check it out
They load the clip in, omnicolor
Said they pack the nine
They fire it at prime time the sleeping gas
Every home was like Alcatraz
And mothafuckas lost their minds
No escape from the mass mind rape
Play it again, Jack, and then rewind the tape
And then play it again, and again, and again
Until ya mind is locked in
Believin' all the lies that
They're tellin' ya
Buyin' all the products that
They're sellin' ya
They say jump and ya say "how high?"
Ya braindead
Ya got a fuckin' bullet in ya head
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say "how high?" yeah
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say "how high?"
Ugh yeah
Yeah fuck
Ya standin' in line believin' the lies
Ya bowin' down to the flag
Ya got a bullet in ya head
Ya standin' in line believin' the lies
Ya bowin' down to the flag
Ya got a bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head a bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head a bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head a bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head a bullet in ya head
A bullet in the head a bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head a bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head a bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head a bullet in ya head
Ya got a bullet in ya fuckin' head
Yeah! yeah!
A yellow ribbon instead of a swastika
Nothin' proper about ya propaganda
Fools follow rules when the set commands ya
Said it was blue, when ya blood was red
That's how ya 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
Said they pack the nine
They fire it at prime time the sleeping gas
Every home was like Alcatraz
And mothafuckas lost their minds
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say "how high?" yeah
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say "how high?" run it
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say "how high?" yeah
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say "how high?"
Checka, checka, check it out
They load the clip in, omnicolor
Said they pack the nine
They fire it at prime time the sleeping gas
Every home was like Alcatraz
And mothafuckas lost their minds
No escape from the mass mind rape
Play it again, Jack, and then rewind the tape
And then play it again, and again, and again
Until ya mind is locked in
Believin' all the lies that
They're tellin' ya
Buyin' all the products that
They're sellin' ya
They say jump and ya say "how high?"
Ya braindead
Ya got a fuckin' bullet in ya head
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say "how high?" yeah
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say "how high?"
Ugh yeah
Yeah fuck
Ya standin' in line believin' the lies
Ya bowin' down to the flag
Ya got a bullet in ya head
Ya standin' in line believin' the lies
Ya bowin' down to the flag
Ya got a bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head a bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head a bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head a bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head a bullet in ya head
A bullet in the head a bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head a bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head a bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head a bullet in ya head
Ya got a bullet in ya fuckin' head
Yeah! yeah!