Тексты песен RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE

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 rots slowly in the aisle A mass of nameless at

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 world Oh what a beautiful world For yo

Ughh! Hey you, it's just another bombtrack...ughh! Hey you, it's just another bombtrack...yeah! It goes a-one, two three and It's just another bombtrack And suckas be thinkin' tha

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 down into the basin Where death lives on W

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 he was supposed to nurture In the name of my In th

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 Th

This microphone explode, shattering The molds Ya eighter 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

I be walkin god like a dog My narrative fearless Word war returns to burn Like Baldwin home from Paris, Uh Like steel from a furnace I was born landless Yes its tha native son Born of Zapatas guns St

We're losing daylight But I can't work any faster. Under the veil of dust we go on Don't close your eyes. What if it all disappears in the shadows That reach from the stars? If I held my ground Would

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 wall In a wall Yeah deep in the night

Bangin' this bolo tight on this solo flight Can't fight alone Funk tha track my verbs fly like tha Family stone Tha pen devils set that stage for tha War at home Locked wit out a wage ya st

Huh! Check it...uggh! Silence Something about silence makes me sick 'Cause silence can be violent Sorta like a slit wrist If the vibe was suicide Then you would push da button But if ya bowin&#

Uggh! Pull, pull Wuh! (Sung sorta like Michael Jackson) Come on! Uggh! Solo, I'm a soloist on a solo list Al live, never on a floppy disk Inka, inka, bottle of ink Paintings of rebellion Drawn u

Transmission third world war third round A decade of the weapon of sound above ground No shelter if youre looking for shade I lick shots at the brutal charade As the polls close like a casket On

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 so come on as I start to kick it, cause w

oolin 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 thing I Punched him in the jaw with the fat gold ring I had an ace

You tell me you like the taste You just need an excuse You tell me it calms your nerves You just think it looks cool You tell me you want to be different You just change for the same You tell me it&#

I'm gonna kick 'em out Well I feel pretty good And I guess that I could get crazy now, baby 'Cause we all got in tune When the dressing room got hazy now, baby I know how you want it

Killing in the name of! Some of those that were forces are the same that bore crosses Some of those that were forces are the same that bore crosses Some of those that were forces are the same that bo

Huh! Yeah, we're comin' back then with another bombtrack Think ya know what it's all about Huh! Hey yo, so check this out Yeah! Know your enemy! Come on! Born with insight and a rais

Born with insight and a raised fist A witness to the slit wrist, that's with As we move into '92 Still in a room without a view You got to know, you got to know that when I Amp up and amplify defy I'm

Tha sun ablaze as Marias foot Touches the surface of sand On Northern Land As human contraband Some Rico from Jalisco Passed her name to tha boss She stuffed ten to a truckbed She clutches her cross

I be walkin god like a dog My narrative fearless Word war returns to burn Like Baldwin home from Paris, Uh Like steel from a furnace I was born landless Yes its tha native son Born of Zapatas guns St

Yo, I was a fiend before I became a teen I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated Shot grabbed the

Hungry people dont stay hungry for long They get hope from fire and smoke as the wheat grows strong Tha spirit of Jackson Now screams through tha ruins Through factory chainsAnd tha ghost of tha uni

Since 1516 winds attacked and overseen, now Crawl amidst the ruins of this Empty dream They're borders and boots on top of us, pullin' Knobs on the floor of their toxic metropolis So how yo

Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times They can be fucking with other niggas shit, but they cant be fucking with mine I was raised in the hood called what the diffrence The brothers in the hood be

Earth shares what Earth receives And now only blood brings life A tiller bring life, producer bring life Protector bring life, soiled hands bring life The tree of democracy shall be watered by the blo

Microphone Fiend(5:01) By Eric B. and Rakim Yo I was a fiend before I became a teen I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream Music orientated so when hip hop was originated Fitted like pieces

No matter how hard you try, you can't stop us now No matter how hard you try, you can't stop us now We're the renegades of this atomic age This atomic age of renegades Renegades of th

His spit is worth more than her work Pass tha purse to the pugilists He's a prizefighter He bought rings and he owns kin And now he's swingin' And now he's the champion Hey revolv

Lick off the shot my stories shock ya like Ellison Main line adrenaline Gaza to Tienanmen From the basement I'm dwellin' in I cook back the sling To stone a settler and breaks him off clean Call me th

A jail cell is freedom from the pain in my home Hatred passed on, passed on and passed on A world of violent rage But it's one that I can recognise Having never seen the colour of my father'

The world is my expense The cost of my desire Jesus blessed me with its future And I protect it with fire So raise your fists And march around Just dont take what you need Ill jail and bury those com

Satelites are mirrors and a man without a home A horse and a rider and a clever cunning killer Silent in error and vocal in spotlights Lying always sucking on a bottle of that sweet Indulgent fluid O

Spoken: 'Crank the music up' Bring that shit in! Uggh! Yeah, the movement's in motion with mass militant poetry Now check this out...uggh! In the right light, study becomes insight Bu

The movie ran through me The Glamour subdue me The tabloid untie me Im empty please fill me Mister anchor assure me That Baghdad is burning Your voice it is so soothing That cunning mantra of killing

The movie ran through me, the glamor subdue me The tabloid untie me, I'm empty, please fill me Mister anchor assure me that Baghdad is burning Your voice, it is so soothing that cunning mantra of kill

Man walks along the railroad track He's Goin' some place, there's no turnin' back The Highway Patrol chopper comin' up over the ridge Man sleeps by a campfire under the bridg

Yeah ya tryin' ta tire me, tire me I can see you in front of me, front of me Ya tryin' ta tire me, tire me Why don't you get from in front of me She's got everyone's eyes In

Rebel, rebel and yell 'Cause our people still dwell in hell Locked in a cell Yes, the structure's a cell Mad is the story I tell How long can we wait? Come on, seein' what's at st

(Ch) turn on tha radio, nah fuck it Turn it off, fear is your only God On tha radio, na fuck it, turn it off Turn on tha radio, nah fuck it Turn it off, fear is your only God On tha radio, nah fuck i

Through Steel walls Your voice blastin on True rebel, my brother Mumia I reflect upon You be tha spark That set the prairie fires on Make the masses a mastodon path To trample the fascists on At fift

Come on! Uggh! Come on, although ya try to discredit Ya still never edit The needle, I'll thread it Radically poetic Standin' with the fury that they had in '66 And like E-Double I

Every official that comes in Cripples us leaves us maimed Silent and tamed And with out flesh and bones He builds his homes Southern fists Rise through the jungle mist Clenched to smash power so cance

Southern fist Rise through the jungle mist Clenched to smash power so cancerous Black flag and a red star A rising sun loomin' over Los Angeles 'Coz a Raza livin' in la, la Like Gaza to the dawn intif

Flip this capital eclipse Tha vocal tone has got'em sweatin' they owe Apocalypse Yes, tha rebels of tha grains stand Masterless Tha masked one cap one nafta commin' with tha New disast

Got no card so I got no soul, life is prison no Parole, no control Tha jura got my number on a wire tap, 'cause I Jack for similac, fuck a cadillac Survive one motive no hope 'cause every s

Tha sistas are in so check tha front line It seems I spent the '80s in a Haiti state of Mind Cast me into classes for electro shock Straight incarcerated, the curriculum a cell Block I'm sw

Living on the street shores He didn't learn and wanted children Said, "What is there left to stay alive for?" He doesn't wanna see it... He didn't wanna deal with it Here they come, feelings