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Album: Miscellaneous (1992) Artists: Rage Against The Machine Autologic Beautiful World Black Steel In The Hour Of Chaos Blacksteel: In the Hour Of Chaos Bullet in your head C.I.A. (Criminals In Action) Clamp Down Clampdown Clear The Lane D-Generation X Darkness Darkness Of Greed Degeneration X Down On The Street Eat For Two Fuck tha Police Fuck The Police Ghost Of Tom Joad Had To Be Playin On The Jukebox Hadda Been Playing On The Jukebox Hit The Deck How I Could Just Kill A Man I'm Housin In My Eyes Kick Out The Jams Maggie's Farm Memory of the Dead Memory Of The Dead (Land And Liberty) Mic Check (Once Hunting, Now Hunted) Microphone Fiend Mindset's A Threat No Shelter People Of The Sun (Original Version) Pistol Grip Pump Producer Fall From The Grace Of People Renegades Of Funk Sound Of The Police Street Fighting Man Testify The Ghost Of Tom Joad The Narrows Tool And Rage Against The Machine (untitled) Zapata's Blood

Song: Bullet in your head Artists: Rage Against The Machine Favorite: Add Remove Rage Against The Machine Miscellaneous Bullet in your head This time the bullet cold rocked ya A yellow ribbon instead of a swastika Nothin' proper about ya propaganda Fools follow the rules when the set commands ya They said it was blue When the boold was red That's is 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 at the feds cold centralized So serene on the screen You was mesmerized Cellular phones soundin' a death tone Corporations cold Turn ya to stone before you realize They load the clip in omnicolor They pack the 9, they fire it at prime time Sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz And mutha fuckas lost their minds Just victims of the in-house drive-by They say jump, you say how high They load the clip in omnicolor They pack the 9, they fire it at prime time Sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz And mutha fuckas lost their minds No escape from the mass mind rape Play it again jack and then rewind the tape Play it again and again and again Until ya mind is locked in Believin' all the lies that they are tellin' ya Buying all the products that they are selling ya They say jump Ya say how high Ya brain dead Ya gotta fuckin' bullet in your head Just victims of the in-house drive-by They say jump, you say how high Ya standin' in line Believin' the lies Ya bowin' down to the flag Ya got a fuckin' bullet in ya head

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