”Guerrilla Radio” (versuri/lyrics) Melodie de: Rage Against The Machine Transmission, third World War, third round A decade of the weapon of sound above ground No shelter, if you’re looking for shade I lick shots at the brutal charade As the polls close like a casket, on truth devoured A silent play on the shadow of power A spectacle monopolized The cameras eyes on choice disguised Was it cast for the mass who burn and toil Or for the vultures who thirst for blood and oil? Yes, a spectacle monopolized They hold the reins, stole your eyes All the Fist-a-gons, the bullets, and bombs Who stuff the banks, who staff the party ranks More for Gore or the son of a drug lord None of the above, fuck it, cut the cord! Lights out! Guerrilla radio! Turn that shit up! Lights out! Guerrilla radio! Turn that shit up! Lights out! Guerrilla […]
sept. 132020