Rage Against The Machine - March of d**h lyrics

(Rock and Roll music is the main weapon) Check... 1, 2 Alright, watch this I was born with the voice of a riot, a storm Lightning 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 don't know a missile from a gavel, Para terror troopin flippin loops of d**h upon innocent flesh, but I'm, 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 murderous men, in suits of professionals who act like animals Man child, ruthless and wild, Who gonna 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 Lightning 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 don't 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, Uhh, 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, I'm motionless with no rest Cause a scream now holds the sky, under another high-tech drive-by A lie is a lie is a God, an eagle is a condor of war, and nothing more Islam peace, Islam stare into my eyes brother please off our knees to beef now we feed their disease, interlocked our hands across seas A flag is a rag is a shroud out loud, outside, a faceless crowd A cowering child just took their last breath, one snare in the march of d**h. Uhh, come on Get up 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, Uhh, 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 k** in desert slums for oil that boil beneath the desert sun Now we spit flame flip this game All the targets are taking aim All targets are taking aim We're the targets are taking aim