Guerilla Radio -- Rage Against The Machine

Turn that shit up  Lights out  Guerrilla radio  Turn that shit up
lights out  Guerrilla Radio  Turn that shit up   Lights out
Guerrilla Radio  Turn that shit up  Lights out  Guerrilla radio
Yes its tha funk demonic  Style bionic  Fucking up your mainstream phonics
Mic shine like the tail of a comet  Style sick make a maggot up and vomit
Up after the end of the brutal pagent  Of those who bleed behind lines on the back page  I'm pulling bodies from the wreckage of this tabloid age
Let the DC misfits  Assemble the press kit  Hope a nigga play the charade to fool the man  I heard nothing about what you were stunting
As they storm the Tomahawk into the soil of Sudan  Roll the tape back see what i did  Adverb  Burn a smoke  Blood and air for the blues  Got the post
Stop  The seat got hot  Now its time to put the missiles on cruise

Lights out  Guerrilla radio  Turn that shit up

Godless without a master my leg shot  I be the fuel, the fuse and the flame
Gotta get a little bit into brit funk  Mick Jagger still trying to guess my name
To abort the abandon  Thats the function of war  Yes understand it
Bury those  They won their blood  A weapon slanger  World gangbanger
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For god's great glory  An all powerful being  I see a fire for the sinners:
The forgotten remains

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All hell can't stop us now   All hell can't stop us now
All hell can't stop us now  All hell can't stop us now

This song is about the 2000 US presidential Election, and in particular the way media shaped the campaigns of the two competitors, George Bush and Al Gore.       (songfacts)