Sittin' in the classroom Feel your heart goin' boom You start to get the feelin' And your head begins to reelin' And you can't hear what the teachers
I hear you call in the eye of the storm and I know you?ve had my back since the day I was born still stoking my heart still stirring my head you?re my
You call in the eye of the storm And I know You?ve had my back since the day I was born Still stoking my heart still stirring my head You?re my pillar
the cure? I am morally, I'm morally impure I am a disease and I am unclean I am not part of God's well oiled machine Christian nation, assimilate me
they do Then they bring them to the factory Where the heart attack machine Is strapped across their shoulders And then the kerosene Is brought down
more civilised than humanity. Mankind has lived to curse the day it climbed down from the trees, But still we keep our heads held high whilst crawling
have nestled its way into his mighty throat Many a fat alley rat had met its demise While staring point blank down the cavernous barrel Of this awesome prowling machine
do down gently without a fight Do you take it on the chin and beg for more When the sword is raised and the trumpet calls You bow down, bow down, bow down
Trembling hands drop the needle down In seconds you're here at the speed of sound Skating a scratch on the vinyl My heart is skipping a beat I'm hooked
just two pale orbs as they trace their way across the steely sky. I used to think I had a pretty good life here, just plugging into my machine for the
the incentive to learn Fly over land where no hearts can beat The metal rain pouring Raining, raining, raining down on me Hole in my head Where the
feel better And I won't look back 'cause I don't like the view What my heart needs now is rest So I'm packing up and I'm headed west My mind's made
straight to your face from the start, yo Rage Against the Machine, break it apart Might be over your head, but it's straight from the heart I show my
and satellites I got a Wheel of Fortune 'cause I flipped O's like Vanna White And the survey says? (Kill a muthafucka now) Could it be off with his head? (Or shoot a muthafucka down
shepherd of my days And I want you here by my heart and my head I can't start till I'm dead Warm bodies, I sense are not machines That can only make
his head I said, "Sir Isaac, you dumbbell, take my advice Go right back there and sleep beneath that tree And if you let that rotten apple fall down on your head
go, it just won't go It really breaks my heart My love machine won't start All the girls in town they really want my love machine But up 'til now it always lets me down
fall And I will make the walls fall And I will make the walls fall And I will make the walls fall And I will make the walls fall Down.. Down.. Fall down.. Fall down