歌曲 | Calm Like A Bomb |
歌手 | Rage Against the Machine |
专辑 | The Matrix Reloaded: The Album |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Feel the funk blast (whispered) | |
Feel the funk blast (whispered) | |
Well feel the funk blast | |
Well feel the funk blast | |
Well feel the funk blast | |
Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Check it Out Yo Yo Yo | |
I be walkin god like a dog | |
My narrative fearless | |
Word war returns to burn | |
Like Baldwin home from Paris, Uh | |
Like steel from a furnace | |
I was born landless | |
Yes its tha native son | |
Born of Zapatas guns | |
Stroll through the shanties | |
And tha cities remains | |
Same bodies buried hungry | |
But with different last names | |
The vultures robbin everything | |
Leave nothing but chains | |
Pick a point on the globe | |
Yes tha pictures tha same | |
Theres a bank, theres a church, a myth and a hearse | |
A mall and a loan, a child dead at birth | |
Theres a widow pig parrot | |
A rebel to tame | |
A whitehooded judge | |
A syringe and a vein | |
And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard | |
What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? | |
What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? | |
What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? | |
What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? | |
We're calm like a bomb (Ignite) | |
We're calm like a bomb (Ignite) | |
This aint subliminal | |
Feel the critical mass approach horizon | |
Tha pulse of the condemned | |
Sound off Americas demise | |
Tha anti-myth rhythm rock shocker | |
Yes I spit fire | |
Hope lies in the smoldering rubble of empires | |
Yes back through tha shanties and tha cities remains | |
Same bodies buried hungry, uh-huh | |
With different last names, uh-huh | |
The vultures robbin everyone | |
Leave nothing but chains | |
Pick a point here at home | |
Yes the pictures tha same | |
Theres a field full of slaves | |
Some corn and some debt | |
Theres a ditch full of bodies | |
Tha check for the rent | |
Theres a tap, tha phone, tha silence of stone | |
The numb black screen | |
That be feelin like home | |
And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard | |
What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? | |
What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? | |
What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? | |
What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? | |
Calm like a bomb (Ignite) | |
Calm like a bomb (Ignite) | |
Calm like a bomb (Ignite) | |
Calm like a bomb (Ignite) | |
Calm like a bomb (Ignite) | |
Calm like a bomb (Ignite) | |
Calm like a bomb (Ignite) | |
Calm like a bomb (Ignite) | |
Calm like a bomb (Ignite) | |
Theres a mass without roofs | |
A prison to fill | |
Theres a countrys soul that reads post no bills | |
Theres a strike and a line of cops outside of tha mill | |
Theres a right to obey | |
And a right to kill | |
Theres a mass without roofs | |
Theres a prison to fill | |
Theres a countrys soul that reads post no bills | |
Theres a strike and a line of cops outside of tha mill | |
Cos theres a right to obey | |
And theres the right to kill |
Feel the funk blast whispered | |
Feel the funk blast whispered | |
Well feel the funk blast | |
Well feel the funk blast | |
Well feel the funk blast | |
Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Check it Out Yo Yo Yo | |
I be walkin god like a dog | |
My narrative fearless | |
Word war returns to burn | |
Like Baldwin home from Paris, Uh | |
Like steel from a furnace | |
I was born landless | |
Yes its tha native son | |
Born of Zapatas guns | |
Stroll through the shanties | |
And tha cities remains | |
Same bodies buried hungry | |
But with different last names | |
The vultures robbin everything | |
Leave nothing but chains | |
Pick a point on the globe | |
Yes tha pictures tha same | |
Theres a bank, theres a church, a myth and a hearse | |
A mall and a loan, a child dead at birth | |
Theres a widow pig parrot | |
A rebel to tame | |
A whitehooded judge | |
A syringe and a vein | |
And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard | |
What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? | |
What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? | |
What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? | |
What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? | |
We' re calm like a bomb Ignite | |
We' re calm like a bomb Ignite | |
This aint subliminal | |
Feel the critical mass approach horizon | |
Tha pulse of the condemned | |
Sound off Americas demise | |
Tha antimyth rhythm rock shocker | |
Yes I spit fire | |
Hope lies in the smoldering rubble of empires | |
Yes back through tha shanties and tha cities remains | |
Same bodies buried hungry, uhhuh | |
With different last names, uhhuh | |
The vultures robbin everyone | |
Leave nothing but chains | |
Pick a point here at home | |
Yes the pictures tha same | |
Theres a field full of slaves | |
Some corn and some debt | |
Theres a ditch full of bodies | |
Tha check for the rent | |
Theres a tap, tha phone, tha silence of stone | |
The numb black screen | |
That be feelin like home | |
And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard | |
What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? | |
What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? | |
What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? | |
What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? | |
Calm like a bomb Ignite | |
Calm like a bomb Ignite | |
Calm like a bomb Ignite | |
Calm like a bomb Ignite | |
Calm like a bomb Ignite | |
Calm like a bomb Ignite | |
Calm like a bomb Ignite | |
Calm like a bomb Ignite | |
Calm like a bomb Ignite | |
Theres a mass without roofs | |
A prison to fill | |
Theres a countrys soul that reads post no bills | |
Theres a strike and a line of cops outside of tha mill | |
Theres a right to obey | |
And a right to kill | |
Theres a mass without roofs | |
Theres a prison to fill | |
Theres a countrys soul that reads post no bills | |
Theres a strike and a line of cops outside of tha mill | |
Cos theres a right to obey | |
And theres the right to kill |
Feel the funk blast whispered | |
Feel the funk blast whispered | |
Well feel the funk blast | |
Well feel the funk blast | |
Well feel the funk blast | |
Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Check it Out Yo Yo Yo | |
I be walkin god like a dog | |
My narrative fearless | |
Word war returns to burn | |
Like Baldwin home from Paris, Uh | |
Like steel from a furnace | |
I was born landless | |
Yes its tha native son | |
Born of Zapatas guns | |
Stroll through the shanties | |
And tha cities remains | |
Same bodies buried hungry | |
But with different last names | |
The vultures robbin everything | |
Leave nothing but chains | |
Pick a point on the globe | |
Yes tha pictures tha same | |
Theres a bank, theres a church, a myth and a hearse | |
A mall and a loan, a child dead at birth | |
Theres a widow pig parrot | |
A rebel to tame | |
A whitehooded judge | |
A syringe and a vein | |
And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard | |
What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? | |
What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? | |
What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? | |
What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? | |
We' re calm like a bomb Ignite | |
We' re calm like a bomb Ignite | |
This aint subliminal | |
Feel the critical mass approach horizon | |
Tha pulse of the condemned | |
Sound off Americas demise | |
Tha antimyth rhythm rock shocker | |
Yes I spit fire | |
Hope lies in the smoldering rubble of empires | |
Yes back through tha shanties and tha cities remains | |
Same bodies buried hungry, uhhuh | |
With different last names, uhhuh | |
The vultures robbin everyone | |
Leave nothing but chains | |
Pick a point here at home | |
Yes the pictures tha same | |
Theres a field full of slaves | |
Some corn and some debt | |
Theres a ditch full of bodies | |
Tha check for the rent | |
Theres a tap, tha phone, tha silence of stone | |
The numb black screen | |
That be feelin like home | |
And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard | |
What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? | |
What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? | |
What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? | |
What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? | |
Calm like a bomb Ignite | |
Calm like a bomb Ignite | |
Calm like a bomb Ignite | |
Calm like a bomb Ignite | |
Calm like a bomb Ignite | |
Calm like a bomb Ignite | |
Calm like a bomb Ignite | |
Calm like a bomb Ignite | |
Calm like a bomb Ignite | |
Theres a mass without roofs | |
A prison to fill | |
Theres a countrys soul that reads post no bills | |
Theres a strike and a line of cops outside of tha mill | |
Theres a right to obey | |
And a right to kill | |
Theres a mass without roofs | |
Theres a prison to fill | |
Theres a countrys soul that reads post no bills | |
Theres a strike and a line of cops outside of tha mill | |
Cos theres a right to obey | |
And theres the right to kill |