Calm Like A Bomb Lyrics - Live At The Grand Olympic Auditorium - Rage Against The Machine

I be walkin' God like a dog my narrative fearless 

Word War returns to burn like Baldwin home from Paris 

Like steel from a furnace, I was born landless 

Yes, it's the native son born of Zapata's guns 

Stroll through the shanties and the cities remains 

Same bodies buried hungry but with different last names 

The vultures robbin' everything, leave nothin' but chains 

Pick a point on the globe, yes the picture's the same 

There's a bank, there's 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 white hooded judge, a syringe and a vein 

And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard 

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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, we're calm like a bomb 

This ain't subliminal, feel the critical mass approach horizon 

The pulse of the condemned sound off America's demise 

The anti-myth rhythm rock shocker, yes I spit fire 

Hope lies in the smolderin' rubble of empires 

Yes, back through the shanties and the cities remains 

Same bodies buried hungry with different last names 

The vultures robbin' everyone, leave nothin' but chains 

Pick a point here at home, yes the picture's the same 

There's a field full of slaves, some corn and some debt 

There's a ditch full of bodies, the check for the rent 

There's a tap, the phone, the silence of stone 

The numb black screen that be feelin' like home 

And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard 

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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, we're calm like a bomb 

Calm like a bomb, we're calm like a bomb 

Calm like a bomb, we're calm like a bomb 

Calm like a bomb, we're calm like a bomb 

Calm like a bomb 

There's a mass, a prison to fill 

There's a country soul that reads post no bills 

There's a strike and a line of cops outside of the mill 

There's a right to obey and a right to kill 

There's a mass without roofs, there's a prison to fill 

There's a country soul that reads post no bills 

There's a strike and a line of cops outside of the mill 

'Cause there's a right to obey and there's the right to kill