T´énerve pas

VIRE MOI CETTE ANGE

Hell To Pay

Pis ta raison

Hell To Pay

Ce topic a de l´avenir crois moi

J´peux te poser une question?

Vas-y fait donc.

C´est normal qu´on est seul?

Oui tu a oublié qu´on est des vieux loups solitaires.

Ah oui c´est vrai, j´avais oublié pardon.

C´est pas grave

Dit, on se fait chier pas vrai???

Oui d´ailleurs je m´en vais

J´aime hurler sur mon petit frére.

Donne nous un exemple.

Ok, alors:

FERME CETTE PUTAIN DE PORTE MERDE.

Voila, je suis trop vieux pour ces conneries

Rage Against The Machine
Know Your Enemy

Huh!
Yeah, we´re comin´ back then with another bombtrack
Think ya know what it´s all about
Huh!
Hey yo, so check this out
Yeah!
Know your enemy!

Come on!

Born with insight and a raised fist
A witness to the slit wrist, that´s with
As we move into ´92
Still in a room without a view
Ya got to know
Ya got to know
That when I say go, go, go
Amp up and amplify
Defy
I´m a brother with a furious mind
Action must be taken
We don´t need the key
We´ll break in

Something must be done
About vengeance, a badge and a gun
´Cause I´ll rip the mike, rip the stage, rip the system
I was born to rage against ´em

Fist in ya face, in the place
And I´ll drop the style clearly
Know your enemy...Know your enemy!

Yeah!

Hey yo, and dick with this...uggh!
Word is born
Fight the war, fuck the norm
Now I got no patience
So sick of complacence
With the D the E the F the I the A the N the C the E
Mind of a revolutionary
So clear the lane
The finger to the land of the chains
What? The land of the free?
Whoever told you that is your enemy?

Now something must be done
About vengeance, a badge and a gun
´Cause I´ll rip the mike, rip the stage, rip the system
I was born to rage against ´em

Now action must be taken
We don´t need the key
We´ll break in

I´ve got no patience now
So sick of complacence now
I´ve got no patience now
So sick of complacence now
Sick of sick of sick of sick of you
Time has come to pay...
Know your enemy!

Come on!
Yes I know my enemies
They´re the teachers who taught me to fight me
Compromise, conformity, assimilation, submission
Ignorance, hypocrisy, brutality, the elite
All of which are American dreams ( 8 times)

Rage Against The Machine
Freedom

Uggh!
Pull, pull
Wuh! ( Sung sorta like Michael Jackson)
Come on!
Uggh!
Solo, I´m a soloist on a solo list
Al live, never on a floppy disk
Inka, inka, bottle of ink
Paintings of rebellion
Drawn up by the thoughts I think

Yeah!
Come on!
The militant poet in once again, check it

It´s set up like a deck of cards
They´re sending us to early graves
For all the diamonds
They´ll use a pair of clubs to beat the spades
With poetry I paint the pictures that hit
More like the murals that fit
Don´t turn away
Get in front of it

Brotha, did ya forget ya name?
Did ya lose it on the wall
Playin´ tic-tac-toe?

Yo, check the diagonal
Three brothers gone
Come on
Doesn´t that make it three in a row?

Spoken quietly: " Anger is a gift"

Come on!
Uggh!

( Guitar solo)

Check that!
Uggh!
Come on
Yeah
Uggh

Brotha, did ya forget ya name?
Did ya lose it on the wall
Playin´ tic-tac-toe?

Yo, check the diagonal
Three million gone
Come on
´Cause they´re counting backwards to zero

Environment
The environment exceeding on the level
Of our unconciousness
For example
What does the billboard say
Come and play, come and play
Forget about the movement

Spoken quietly: " Anger is a gift"

Yeeeaaahhhh!
Uggh!
Awww, bring that shit in!
Uggh!
Hey!

Freedom...yea...
Freedom...yea right...
Freedom...yeeeaaahhh!
Freedom!
Yea!
Freedom!
Yea right!
Freedom!
Yea!
Freedom!
Yea!
Right!

Rage Against The Machine
Bullet In The Head

This time the bullet cold rocked ya
A yellow ribbon instead of a swastika
Nothin´ proper about ya propaganda
Fools follow rules when the set commands ya
Said it was blue
When ya blood was red
That´s how ya got a bullet blasted through ya head

Blasted through ya head
Blasted through ya head

I give a shout out to the living dead
Who stood and watched as the feds cold centralised?
So serene on the screen
You was mesmerised
Cellular phones soundin´ a death tone
Corporations cold
Turn ya to stone before ya realise

They load the clip in omnicolour
Said they pack the 9, they fire it at prime time
The 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
Yeah
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
Run it!

( Guitar solo)

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 9, they fire it at prime time
The 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
And then play it again and again and again
Until ya 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 ya say how high
Ya brain-dead
Ya gotta fuckin´ bullet in ya 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

Uggh! Yeah! Yea!

Ya standin´ in line
Believin´ the lies
Ya bowin´ down to the flag
Ya gotta bullet in ya head

Ya standin´ in line
Believin´ the lies
Ya bowin´ down to the flag
Ya gotta bullet in ya head

A bullet in ya head ( 8 times, building to a shout)
A bullet in ya head ( 7 times, shouted/screamed)
Ya gotta bullet in ya fuckin´ head!
Yeah!
Yeah! ( Sustained to end of drum roll)