"There's a time when the operation of the machine becomes so odious
Makes you so sick at heart, that you can't take part, you can't even passively take part
And you've got to put your bodies upon the gears and upon the wheels
Upon the levers, upon all the apparatus, and you've got to make it stop"
To save face, how low can you go
Talk a lot of game but yet you don't know
Static on the wind make us all say whoa
The people up top push the people down low
Get down and obey every word
Steady, get in line if you haven't yet heard
Wanna take what I got, don't be absurd
Don't fight the power - nobody gets hurt
If you haven't heard yet than I'm letting you know
There ain't shit we don't run when guns unload
And no one make a move 'less my people say so
Got everything under control, now everybody go
Steel unload, final blow
We the animals take control
Hear us now, clear and true
Wretches and kings we come for you
So keep pace, how slow can you go
Talk a lot of shit and yet you don't know
Fire on the way make you all say whoa
The people up top and the people down low
Get down, and I'm running it like that
The front of the attack is exactly where I'm at
Somewhere in between the kick and the high hat
The pen and the contract, the pitch and the contact
So get with the combat, I'm letting them know
There ain't shit you could say to make me back down low
So push the button, let the whole thing blow
Spinning everything outta control, now everybody go
Steel unload, final blow
We the animals take control
Hear us now, clear and true
Wretches and kings we come for you
Steel unload, final blow
Filthy animals beat them low
Skin and bone, black and blue
No more this sun shall beat onto you
From the front to back and the side to side
If you fear what I feel put them up real high
Front to back and the side to side
If you fear what I feel put them up real high
From the front to back and the side to side
If you fear what I feel put them up real high
Front to back and the side to side
If you fear what I feel put them up real high
From the front to back and the side to side
If you fear what I feel put them up real high
Front to back and the side to side
If you fear what I feel put them up real high
"There's a time when the operation of the machine becomes so odious
Makes you so sick at heart, that you can't take part, you can't even passively take part
And you've got to put your bodies upon the gears and upon the wheels
Upon the levers, upon all the apparatus, and you've got to make it stop
And you've got to indicate to the people who run it, to the people who own it,
That unless you're free the machine will be prevented from working at all"
"There's a time when the operation of the machine becomes so odious Makes you so sick at heart, that you can't take part, you can't even passively take part And you've got to put your bodies upon the gears and upon the wheels Upon the levers, upon all the apparatus, and you've got to make it stop"
To save face, how low can you go Talk a lot of game but yet you don't know Static on the wind make us all say whoa The people up top push the people down low
Get down and obey every word Steady, get in line if you haven't yet heard Wanna take what I got, don't be absurd Don't fight the power - nobody gets hurt
If you haven't heard yet than I'm letting you know There ain't shit we don't run when guns unload And no one make a move 'less my people say so Got everything under control, now everybody go
Steel unload, final blow We the animals take control Hear us now, clear and true Wretches and kings we come for you
So keep pace, how slow can you go Talk a lot of shit and yet you don't know Fire on the way make you all say whoa The people up top and the people down low
Get down, and I'm running it like that The front of the attack is exactly where I'm at Somewhere in between the kick and the high hat The pen and the contract, the pitch and the contact
So get with the combat, I'm letting them know There ain't shit you could say to make me back down low So push the button, let the whole thing blow Spinning everything outta control, now everybody go
Steel unload, final blow We the animals take control Hear us now, clear and true Wretches and kings we come for you
Steel unload, final blow Filthy animals beat them low Skin and bone, black and blue No more this sun shall beat onto you
From the front to back and the side to side If you fear what I feel put them up real high Front to back and the side to side If you fear what I feel put them up real high
From the front to back and the side to side If you fear what I feel put them up real high Front to back and the side to side If you fear what I feel put them up real high
From the front to back and the side to side If you fear what I feel put them up real high Front to back and the side to side If you fear what I feel put them up real high
"There's a time when the operation of the machine becomes so odious Makes you so sick at heart, that you can't take part, you can't even passively take part And you've got to put your bodies upon the gears and upon the wheels Upon the levers, upon all the apparatus, and you've got to make it stop And you've got to indicate to the people who run it, to the people who own it, That unless you're free the machine will be prevented from working at all"