Guerilla Radio Lyrics - Lounge Against The Machine - Richard Cheese

Transmission third world war, third round 

A decade of the weapon of sound above ground 

Ain't no shelter if you're looking for shade 

I lick shots at the brutal charade 

As the polls close like a casket on truth devoured 

A silent play on the shadow of power 

A spectacle monopolized 

The camera's eye on choice disguised 

Lights out, Guerilla radio 

Turn that shit up 

Lights out, Guerilla radio 

Turn that shit up 

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Was it cast for the mass who burn and toil 

Or for the vultures who thirst for blood and oil? 

A spectacle monopolized 

They hold the reins and stole your eyes 

The fistagons, bullets and bombs 

Who staff the banks? Who staff the party ranks? 

More for Gore or the son of the drug Lord 

None of the above, fuck it, cut the cord 

Lights out, Guerilla radio 

Turn that shit up 

Lights out, Guerilla radio 

Turn that shit up 

Lights out, Guerilla radio 

Turn that shit up 

Guerilla radio 

Quit it now