Текст песни Zack De La Rocha "March Of Death" Слова песни
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Check1, 2AiightI was born with the voice of a riot, a stormLightening the function, the formFar from the norm, I won't follow like cattleI'm more like the catalyst,calm in the mix of battleWho let the cowboy on the saddle?He don't know a missile from a gavelPara terror troopin' flippin' loops of death upon innocent fleshBut i'm back in the cipher my foes and friendswith a verse and a penagainst a line I won't tow or defendinstead I curse at murderous menin suits of professionals who act like animalsThis man child, ruthless and wildWho's gonna chain this beast back on the leash?This Texas fuhrer, for sure acompassionless con who serve alethal needle to the poor, the cure for crime is murder?Well I was born with the voice of a riot, a stormLightening the function, the formFar from the norm, I won't follow like cattleI'm more like the catalyst,calm in the mix of battleWho let the cowboy on the saddle?He don't know a missile from a gavelon the lefton the left, left, right, lefton the lefton the left, left, right, left (but it's just a march of death)on the lefton the left, left, rightI read the news todayoh boya snap shot of a midnight ployVexed and powerlessdevoured my hours I'm motionlesswith no rest'Cause a scream now holds the skyunder another high-tech drivebyA lie is a lie this God is an eagleor a condor for war nothing moreIslam peace, Islam stare into my eye brotherplease off our kneesTo beef now we feed their diseaseinterlocked our hands across seasWhat is a flag but a shout out loudoutside my window is a faceless crowd'Cause a cowering child just took her last breathone snare in the march of deathUhC'monGet upon the lefton the left, left, right, lefton the lefton the left, left, right, left (but it's just a march of death)on the lefton the left, left, right, lefton the lefton the left, left, righthere it comes the sound of terror from abovehe flex his Texas twisted tonguethe poor lined up to kill in desert slumsfor oil that burn beneath the desert sunnow we spit flame to flip this gameall the targets are taking aimall targets are taking aimwe're the targets are taking aimleft, right, leftleft, right, leftleft, right
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