Artist: Rage Against the Machine Album: Evil Empire Song: Bulls on Parade Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com [Zack de la Rocha] COME WIT IT NOW! ... COME WIT IT NOW! [Verse 1ne] The microphone explodes, shatterin the molds Either drop the hits like de la O or get the fuck off the commode With the sure shot, sure to make the bodies drop Drop and don't copy yo, don't call this a co-op Terror rains drenchin, quenchin the thirst of the power dons - that five sided Fist-agon The rotten sore on the face of Mother Earth gets bigger The triggers cold empty your purse [Chorus] Rally round the family! - Wit a pocket full of shells They rally round the family! - Wit a pocket full of shells They rally round the family! - Wit a pocket full of shells They rally round the family! - Wit a pocket full of shells [Verse 2wo] Weapons, not food, not homes, not shoes Not need, just feed the war cannibal animal I, walk from corner to the rubble, that used to be a library Line up to the mind cemetary now! What we don't know keeps the contracts alive and 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 [Chorus] Bulls on parade! Uh... [Instrumental break along with Tom Morello's freaky guitar solo] COME WIT IT NOW! ... COME WIT IT NOW! BULLS ON PARADE!!! ... BULLS ON PARADE!!! .. BULLS ON PARADE!!! .. BULLS ON PARADE!!! .. BULLS ON PARADE!!!