Rage Against the Machine: March of Death

*Rock and Roll music is the main weapon*
Check, 1,2
Awright, watch 'is
I was born with the voice of a riot, a storm
Lightening the function, the form,
Far from the norm I wont follow like cattle I'm more like a catalyst, Calm in the mix of battle,
Who let the cowboy on a saddle, he down know a missle from a gavel,
Para terror troopin flippin loops of death upon innocent flesh, but im,
Back in the cipher my foes and friends with a verse and a pen against a line I won't toe or defend,
Instead I curse at the muderous men, in suits of professionals who act like animals
Man child, ruthless and wild,
Who gunna chain this beast back on the leash? this Texas Furor for sure-a, compasionless con who serve a,
Lethal needle to the poor the cure for, crime, is murder?
Well, I was born, voice of a riot, a storm
Lightening the function, the form,
Far from the norm I wont follow like cattle I'm more like a catalyst
Calm in the mix of battle
Who let the cowboy on a saddle, he down know a missle from a gavel
On the Left, On the Left,left, right left
On the Left, On the Left,left, right left
On the Left, Arr, On the Left, left, right
*OK, you're lookin' good, you might just move a little left,
just a little left, about 170*
I read the news today, oh boy, a snap shot of a midnight ploy
vexed and powerless, devoured by hours, im motionless with no rest
Cause a scream now holds the sky, under another high-tech driveby
A lie is a lie is a God, an eagle is a condor of war, and nothing more
Islam peace, Islam stare into my eye brother please off our knees
to beef now we feed their disease, interlocked our hands across seas
what is a flag but a shroud of loud, and outside, a faceless crowd
A cowering child just took their last breath, one snare in the march of death.
Ogh, c'mon
Getup
On the Left, On the Left,left, right left
On the Left, On the Left,left, right left
On the Left, On the Left,left, right left
On the Left, Arr, On the Left, left, right
Here it comes the sound of terror from above
he flex his Texas twisted tounge
the poor lined up to kill in desert slums
for oil that boil beneath the desert sun
Now we split flame flip this game
All the targets takin aim
All targets are takin aim
We're the targets are taking aim