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TEXTY PÍSNÍ / RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE / BORN OF A BROKEN MAN |
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BORN OF A BROKEN MANInterpret: Rage Against The Machine Text písně I be walkin' god like a dog My narrative fearless My word war returns to burn Like Baldwin home from Paris Steel from a furnace I was born landless It's tha native son Born of Zapata's guns Stroll through tha shanties And tha cities remains Same bodies buried hungry But with different last names These vultures rob everything Leave nothing but chains Pick a point on tha globe Yes tha pictures tha same There's a bank a church a myth and a hearse A mall and a loan a child dead at birth There's a widow pig parrot A rebel to tame A whitehooded judge And a syringe and a vein And tha riot be tha rhyme of tha unheard Calm like a bomb This ain't subliminal Feel tha critical mass approach horizon Tha pulse of tha condemned Sound off America's demise Tha anti-myth rhythm rock shocker Yes I spit fire Hope lies in tha smoldering rubble of empires Back through tha shanties and tha cities remains Tha same bodies buried hungry But with different last names These vultures rob everyone Leave nothing but chains Pick a point here at home And tha picture's tha same There's a field full of slaves Some corn and some debit There's a ditch full of bodies Tha check for tha rent There's a tap, tha phone, tha silence of stone Tha numb black screen That be feelin' like home And tha riot be tha rhyme of tha unheard Calm like a bomb There's a mass without roofs A prison to fill A country's soul that reads post no bills A strike and a line of cops outside of tha mill There's a right to obey And a right to kill Komentáře |