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Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Zack de la Rocha
Zack de la Rocha
Stimme und Gesang
Tom Morello
Tom Morello
E-Gitarre
Brad Wilk
Brad Wilk
Schlagzeug
C Timmy
C Timmy
Bass
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Zack de la Rocha
Zack de la Rocha
Songwriter:in
Brad Wilk
Brad Wilk
Songwriter:in
Thomas B Morello
Thomas B Morello
Songwriter:in
Tim Commerford
Tim Commerford
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Rage Against the Machine
Rage Against the Machine
Produzent:in
Auburn Burrell
Auburn Burrell
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Craig Doubet
Craig Doubet
Ingenieurassistent:in
GGGarth Richardson
GGGarth Richardson
Produzent:in
Andy Wallace
Andy Wallace
Mischtechniker:in
Bob Ludwig
Bob Ludwig
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Vlado Meller
Vlado Meller
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Mark Santangelo
Mark Santangelo
Mastering-Ingenieurassistent:in
Jeff Sheehan
Jeff Sheehan
Ingenieurassistent:in

Songtexte

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
Writer(s): Zack De La Rocha, Timothy Commerford, Brad Wilk, Thomas Morello Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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