Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tom Morello
Tom Morello
Electric Guitar
Zack de la Rocha
Zack de la Rocha
Vocals
Brad Wilk
Brad Wilk
Drums
C Timmy
C Timmy
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Zack de la Rocha
Zack de la Rocha
Songwriter
Brad Wilk
Brad Wilk
Songwriter
Thomas B Morello
Thomas B Morello
Songwriter
Tim Commerford
Tim Commerford
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rage Against the Machine
Rage Against the Machine
Producer
Auburn Burrell
Auburn Burrell
Engineer
Mark Santangelo
Mark Santangelo
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Vlado Meller
Vlado Meller
Mastering Engineer

Songtexte

[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
Blasted through ya head
Blasted through ya head
[Verse 3]
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 phone soundin' a death tone
Corporations cold
Turn ya to stone before ya realize
[Verse 4]
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
[Verse 5]
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
[Verse 6]
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
[Verse 7]
They load the clip in omnicolor
Pack the 9, they fire it at prime time
Sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz
And mutha fuckas lost their minds
[Verse 8]
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
Buying all the products that they're sellin' ya
They say jump
You say how high
Ya braindead
You got a fuckin' bullet in ya head
[Verse 9]
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
[Verse 10]
Standin' in line
Believin' the lies
Ya bowin' down to the flag
Ya got a bullet in ya head
[Verse 11]
Ya standin' in line
Believin' the lies
Ya bowin' down to the flag
Ya got a bullet in ya head
[Verse 12]
A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head
A bullet in the head
[Verse 13]
A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head
A bullet in the head
[Verse 14]
A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head
[Verse 15]
A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head
Ya got a bullet in ya fuckin' head
Written by: Zack de la Rocha
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