Rage | Festivities In Belize | Instrumental Song

This time the bullet cold rocked ya, yeah A yellow ribbon instead of a swastika Nothin' proper about your propaganda Fools follow rules when the set command ya Said it was blue when your blood was red That's how you got a bullet blasted through your head Blasted through your head, blasted through your head I give a shout out to the living dead Who stood and watched as the feds cold centralized So serene on the screen, he was mesmerized Cellular phones soundin' a death tone Corporations cold turn you to stone before ya realize They load the clip in omnicolour Said they pack the nine, they fire it at prime time The sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz And motherfuckers lost their minds Just victims of the in-house drive-by They say, "Jump", you say, "How high?", yeah Just victims of the in-house drive-by They say, "Jump", you say, "How high?" Just victims of the in-house drive-by They say, "Jump", you say, "How high?" Just victims of the in-house drive-by They say, "Jump", you say, "How high?" Check-a, check-a, check it out They load the clip in omnicolour Said they pack the nine, they fire it at prime time The sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz And motherfuckers lost their minds No escape from the mass mind rape Play it again Jack and then rewind the tape And then play it again and again and again Until your mind is locked in Believin' all the lies that they're tellin' ya Buyin' all the products that they're sellin' ya They say, "Jump" and you say, "How high?" You brain-dead, you got a fuckin' bullet in your head Just victims of the in-house drive-by They say, "Jump", you say, "How high?", yeah Just victims of the in-house drive-by They say, "Jump", you say, "How high?" Yeah Standin' in line believin' the lies Bowin' down to the flag, you got a bullet in your head Standin' in line, believin' the lies? You bowin' down to the flag, you got a bullet in your head Bullet in your head, a bullet in your head A bullet in your head, a bullet in your head A bullet in your head, a bullet in your head A bullet in your head, a bullet in a head A bullet in your head, a bullet in your head A bullet in your head, a bullet in your head A bullet in your head, a bullet in your head A bullet in your head, you got a bullet in your fuckin' head Yeah Yeah

A mass of hands press on the market window Ghosts of progress dressed in slow death Feeding on hunger and glaring through the promise Upon the food that rots slowly in the aisle A mass of nameless at the oasis That hides the graves beneath the master's hill Are buried for drinking, the rivers water while Shackled to the the line at the empty well This is the new sound, just like the old sound Just like the noose wound, over the new ground This is the new sound, just like the old sound Just like the noose wound, over new ground Listen to the fascist sing "Take hope here, war is elsewhere You were chosen, this is God's land Soon we'll be free of blot and mixture Seeds planted by our Forefathers' hand" A mass of promises begin to rupture Like the pockets of the new world kings Like swollen stomachs in Appalachia Like the priest that fucked you as he whispered holy things A mass of tears have, transform the stones now Sharpened on suffering and woven into the slings Hope lies in the rubble of this rich fortress Taking today what tomorrow never brings This is the new sound, just like the old sound Just like the noose wound, over the new ground This is the new sound, just like the old sound Just like the noose wound, over new ground Ain't the new sound Just like the old sound Just like the noose wound Over the new ground Ain't the new sound Just like the old sound Look at the noose now Over the, over the, over the burning ground Ain't it funny how the factories doors close? 'Round the time that the school doors close? 'Round the time that the doors of the jail cells Open up to greet you like the reaper? Ain't it funny how the factories doors close? 'Round the time that the school doors close? 'Round the time that a hundred thousand jail cells Open up to greet you like the reaper? Ah, oh! Ah, oh! Oasis! This is no oasis! This is the new sound, just like the old sound Just like the noose wound, over the new ground This is the new sound, just like the old sound Just like the noose wound, over new ground Like ashes in the fall, like ashes in the fall Like ashes in the fall, like ashes in the fall Like ashes in the fall, like ashes in the fall Like ashes in the fall, like ashes in the fall Like ashes in the fall, like ashes in the fall Like ashes in the fall, like ashes in the fall (Ah, ah! Oh oh!) Like ashes in the fall, like ashes in the fall (Ah, ah! Oh oh!) Like ashes in the fall, like ashes in the fall (Ah, ah! Oh oh!) Like ashes in the fall, like ashes in the fall (Ah, ah! Oh oh!) Like ashes in the fall, like ashes in the fall (Ah, ah! Oh oh!) Like ashes in the fall, like ashes in the fall (Ah, ah! Oh oh!) Like ashes in the fall, like ashes in the fall (Ah, ah! Oh oh!) Like ashes in the fall... (Ah, ah!...)