Rage Against The Machine Pocket Full Of Shells Lyrics

(Note: Song is actually called Bulls on
Parade)

Come wit it now! Come wit it now!

The microphone explodes, shatterin' the
molds
Either drop the hits like de la O, or get
the f*ck off
the commode
Wit the sure shot, sure to make the bodies
drop
Drop an don't copy you, don't call this a
co-op

Terror rains drenchin', quenchin' the
thirst of the
power dons
That five sided fist-a-gon
The rotten sore on the face of mother earth
gets bigger
The triggers cold empty your purse

Rally 'round the family! With a pocket full
of shells
They rally 'round the family! With a pocket
full of
shells
They rally 'round the family! With a pocket
full of
shells
They rally 'round the family! With a pocket
full of
shells

Weapons not food, not homes, not shoes Not need, just feed the war cannibal animal
I walk the corner to the rubble that used
to be a
library
Line up to the mind cemetery now

What we don't know, keeps the contracts
alive an movin'
They don't gotta burn the books, they just
remove 'em
While arms warehouses fill as quick as the
cells
Rally 'round the family, pockets full of
shells

Rally 'round the family! With a pocket full
of shells
They rally 'round the family! With a pocket
full of
shells
They rally 'round the family! With a pocket
full of
shells
They rally 'round the family! With a pocket
full of
shells

Bulls on parade

Come wit it now! Come wit it now!
Bulls on parade! Bulls on parade!
Bulls on parade! Bulls on parade!
Bulls on parade!