March Of Death Lyrics - Rage Against The Machine

(Rock and Roll music is the main weapon) 

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Alright, watch this 

I was born with the voice of a riot, a storm 

Lightning the function, the form, 

Far from the norm I wont follow like cattle I'm more like a catalyst 

Calm in the mix of battle 

Who let the cowboy on a saddle, he don't know a missile from a gavel, 

Para terror troopin flippin loops of death upon innocent flesh, but I'm, 

Back in the cipher my foes and friends with a verse and a pen against a line I won't toe or defend, 

Instead I curse at the murderous men, in suits of professionals who act like animals 

Man child, ruthless and wild, 

Who gonna chain this beast back on the leash? This Texas furor for sure-a, compasionless con who serve a, 

lethal needle to the poor the cure for, crime, is murder? 

Well, I was born, voice of a riot, a storm 

Lightning the function, the form, 

Far from the norm I wont follow like cattle I'm more like a catalyst 

Calm in the mix of battle 

Who let the cowboy on a saddle, he don't know a missle from a gavel 

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On the Left, On the Left,left, right left 

On the Left, On the Left,left, right left 

On the Left, Uhh, On the Left, left, right 

(OK, you're lookin' good, you might just move a little left, 

just a little left, about 170) 

I read the news today, oh boy, a snap shot of a midnight ploy 

vexed and powerless, devoured by hours, I'm motionless with no rest 

Cause a scream now holds the sky, under another high-tech drive-by 

A lie is a lie is a God, an eagle is a condor of war, and nothing more 

Islam peace, Islam stare into my eyes brother please off our knees 

to beef now we feed their disease, interlocked our hands across seas 

A flag is a rag is a shroud out loud, outside, a faceless crowd 

A cowering child just took their last breath, one snare in the march of death. 

Uhh, come on 

Get up 

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On the Left, On the Left,left, right left 

On the Left, On the Left,left, right left 

On the Left, On the Left,left, right left 

On the Left, Uhh, On the Left, left, right 

Here it comes the sound of terror from above 

he flex his Texas twisted tounge 

the poor lined up to kill in desert slums 

for oil that boil beneath the desert sun 

Now we spit flame flip this game 

All the targets are taking aim 

All targets are taking aim 

We're the targets are taking aim