Bulls On Parade (Rage Against The Machine)

Come with me now!

The microphone explode,

shout it in the morning,

hit the rafters,

lift up the light,

all I care is the club,

it's fucking raw,

we don't show up,

show up or don't make a party,

try rapping,

I can't pay off,

or call us a clown,

while the table cringes,

cringes,

cringes,

when the party's done,

they finally pay the fees,

they come,

they are the show,

and the fan,

when I had it up,

the bigger,

the heater,

so come to your floor,

ready,

one,

all family!

They really want no family, they want no pocket full of sh*t

Weapon no food, no home, no shoes, no nt for the world, care about no animal

I can walk through the river, I used to play around

Let me ride, yeah, no violence, I mean turning around

But we don't know, we don't crack, what's inside the bubble

They never got the money, but they seem to mind if cause

Oh, I clearly what the fuck I'm gonna say

We really understand it, they fucking understand

We really want no family, we want no pocket full of shit

They really want no family, we want no pocket full of shit

They really wanna family, wanna fuckin' fuck the shit

They really wanna family, wanna fuckin' fuck the shit

What's up? Purave!