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Rage Against the Machine - Bullet In the Head (Demo)
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Créditos

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
Brad Wilk
Brad Wilk
Songwriter
Thomas B Morello
Thomas B Morello
Songwriter
Tim Commerford
Tim Commerford
Songwriter
Zack de la Rocha
Zack de la Rocha
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

Letra

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 ya blood was red That's how ya got a bullet blasted through your head Blasted through your head, blasted through your 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 you to stone before you realize They load the clip in omnicolor Pack the 9, they fire it at prime time The sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz And motherfuckers lost their minds 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?" C'mon 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?" They load the clip in omnicolor Packed the 9, they fire it at the prime time The sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz And muthafuckers 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 your 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 you say how high You brain dead? You gotta fuckin' bullet in your head? 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?" Uh Yeah Shit What? Standin' in line Believin' the lies You're bowin' down to the flag You got a bullet in your head Standin' in line Believin' the lies You're bowin' down to the flag You got a bullet in your head A bullet in your head A bullet in your head A bullet in your head A bullet in your head A bullet in your head A bullet in your head A bullet in your head A bullet in your head A bullet in your head A bullet in your head A bullet in your head A bullet in your head A bullet in your head A bullet in your head A bullet in your head You gotta bullet in your fuckin' head Yeah Yeah
Writer(s): Commerford Timothy, Morello Thomas B, Wilk Brad J, De La Rocha Zack M Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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