Killing In the Name · Rage Against The Machine

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Some of those that work forces
Are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces
Are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces
Are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces
Are the same that burn crosses
Uh
Killing in the name of
Killing in the name of
Now you do what they told ya
Now you do what they told ya
Now you do what they told ya
Now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya
But now you do what they told ya
Well now you do what they told ya
Those who died are justified
For wearing the badge
They’re the chosen whites
You justify those that died
By wearing the badge
They’re the chosen whites
Those who died are justified
For wearing the badge
They’re the chosen whites
You justify those who died
By wearing the badge
They’re the chosen whites
Some of those that work forces
Are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces
Are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces
Are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces
Are the same that burn crosses
Uh
Killing in the name of
Killing in the name of
Now you do what they told ya
Now you do what they told ya
Now you do what they told ya
Now you do what they told ya
And now you do what they told ya, now you’re under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you’re under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you’re under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you’re under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you’re under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you’re under control
And now you do what they told ya, now you’re under control
And now you do what they told ya
Those who died are justified
For wearing the badge
They’re the chosen whites
You justify those that died
By wearing the badge
They’re the chosen whites
Those who died are justified
For wearing the badge
They’re the chosen whites
You justify those that died
By wearing the badge
They’re the chosen whites
Come on
Uh
Yeah
Come on
Uh
Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me
Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me
Motherfucker
Uh

It wasn’t a riot, it was a terrorist attack, coup attempt, an insurrection.
Call it what it is.

Voltaire – God Thinks

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God thinks
All blacks are obsolete farm equipment
God thinks
The Jews killed his son and must be punished
God thinks
The white man is Satan
God, they know what God thinks
God thinks
We should all convert to Judaism
God thinks
We must all be Christians, and
God thinks
We should all embrace Islam
God thinks
The only true religion is Hinduism
And I, I know what God thinks
God thinks you’re a waste of flesh
God prefers an atheist
God, God
God thinks all people like you are hateful
God thinks all people like you are an embarrassment to creation
Self righteous, judgmental
First to throw the stone
And using his name for your own protection
God thinks
The sun revolves around the Earth
God thinks
There was something very wrong with Copernicus
God thinks
Abortion is murder, and
God thinks
Everything science gave us is wrong
God thinks
Women deserve it
God thinks
AIDS is a form of punishment
I hate people who blame the devil for their own shortcomings, and
I hate people who thank God when things go right
And I, I know what God thinks
God thinks you’re an idiot
God prefers a heretic
God, God
God thinks all people like you are hateful
God thinks all people like you are an embarrassment to creation
Self righteous, judgmental
First to throw the stone
And using his name for your own agenda
God is a liberal, God is a democrat
God wants you to vote Republican
Never trust a man who puts his words in the mouth of God
And says it’s absolute truth
It’s lies and it smells like death
It’s all in a days work taking money from the poor
Why do you think that God
Would need your dirty money if you want to start a holy war?
Self righteous, judgmental
First to throw the stone
And using his name for your own protection
God thinks
Puppies need to die, and
God thinks
Babies need to drown
‘Cause God is
Neither good nor bad
God is you and me
God is everything

Voltaire – Ex Lover’s Lover

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Three heavy stones will keep it from floating,
Weigh it down to the bottom, food for the fishes.
And I know that it won’t be discovered,
‘Cause I will be careful, so very careful.
What if it doesn’t rain for days and the river is,
Reduced to its muddy bed?
With the corpse exposed, I would work in haste,
And I might bury the bones in a shallow grave.
And the rain comes and moves rocks and the stones,
Washes away all the dirt and the mud flows,
Bones are exposed and well,
You know how that goes!
I wait for the day when I finally defile,
The bodies of my ex-lover’s lovers.
I’ll pile high to the sky,
The bodies of my ex-lover’s lovers.
Die die die die die die,
Die die die die die die die,
Watch them die. I saw you with him. You looked so happy.
All of that can change, cause I am so lonely.
And I have lots of time to send you straight to the Devil.
I’m taking my time,
To plan your demise.
What if I were to cut you up and mail each part
To a different town?
It would take the most,
Brilliant private eye,
The rest of his life,
Just to put you together.
A piece in each mailbox all over the planet,
From Moscow to Tokyo to Guadalajara.
I wait for the day when I finally defile,
The bodies of my ex-lover’s lovers.
I’ll pile high to the sky,
The bodies of my ex-lover’s lovers.
I wait for the day when I finally destroy,
The bodies of my ex-lover’s lovers.
I’ll pile high to the sky,
The bodies of my ex-lover’s lovers.
Die die die die die die,
Die die die die die die die,
Watch them die. I saw you with him, you looked so happy.
That will never change because I know myself too well.
I don’t have the courage,
To carry out my dreams,
And only there will I see them,
Die die die die die die,
Die die die die die die die,
Watch them die.

The Rolling Stones – Sympathy For The Devil

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Please allow me to introduce myself
I’m a man of wealth and taste
I’ve been around for a long, long years
Stole million man’s soul an faith
And I was ’round when Jesus Christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that Pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what’s puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
Stuck around St. Petersburg
When I saw it was a time for a change
Killed Tsar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain
I rode a tank
Held a general’s rank
When the blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
Ah, what’s puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah
I watched with glee
While your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades
For the gods they made
I shouted out
Who killed the Kennedys?
When after all
It was you and me
Let me please introduce myself
I’m a man of wealth and taste
And I laid traps for troubadours
Who get killed before they reached Bombay
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But what’s puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But what’s confusing you
Is just the nature of my game
Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails
Just call me Lucifer
‘Cause I’m in need of some restraint
So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste
Use all your well-learned politeness
Or I’ll lay your soul to waste, mm yeah
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, mm yeah
But what’s puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, mm mean it, get down
Woo, who
Oh yeah, get on down
Oh yeah
Aah yeah
Tell me baby, what’s my name?
Tell me honey, can ya guess my name?
Tell me baby, what’s my name?
I tell you one time, you’re to blame
What’s my name
Tell me, baby, what’s my name?
Tell me, sweetie, what’s my name?

Combichrist – What The Fuck Is Wrong With You People?

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Intolerance of glorified ignorance
That sucked you down with your face pushed against the fence
Why don’t you finish yourself, since you don’t really care
Let the screams in your head be the last things you hear
Just give it a go

Hey you, what the fuck is wrong with you
Hey you, what the fuck is wrong with you
Hey you, what the fuck is wrong with you
Hey you, what the fuck is wrong with you

Fuck is wrong with you
What the fuck is wrong with you
What the fuck is wrong with you
What the fuck is wrong with you

Part of me (part of me)
Suffocate (suffocate)
Tolerate (tolerate)
No one is innocent

Experience (experience)
Intolerance (intolerance)
Familiar (familiar)
Screaming faces

No one is innocent

Hey you, what the fuck is wrong with you
Hey you, what the fuck is wrong with you
Hey you, what the fuck is wrong with you
Hey you, what the fuck is wrong with you

Fuck is wrong with you
What the fuck is wrong with you
What the fuck is wrong with you
What the fuck is wrong with you

Why don’t you finish yourself since you don’t really care
Let the screams in your head be the last things you hear

Hey you what the fuck is wrong with you
Hey you what the fuck is wrong with you
Hey you what the fuck is wrong with you
Hey you what the fuck is wrong with you

Hey you, what the fuck is wrong with you
Hey you, what the fuck is wrong with you
Hey you, what the fuck is wrong with you
Hey you, what the fuck is wrong with you

Fuck is wrong with you
What the fuck is wrong with you
What the fuck is wrong with you
What the fuck is wrong with you

Hey you, what the fuck is wrong with you
Hey you, what the fuck is wrong with you
Hey you, what the fuck is wrong with you
Hey you, what the fuck is wrong with you

Hey you, what the fuck is wrong with you
Hey you, what the fuck is wrong with you
Hey you, what the fuck is wrong with you
Hey you, what the fuck is wrong with you

Fuck is wrong with you
Fuck is wrong with you
Fuck is wrong with you
Fuck is wrong with you

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