Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Zack de la Rocha
Vocals
Tom Morello
Electric Guitar
Brad Wilk
Drums
C Timmy
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Zack de la Rocha
Songwriter
Brad Wilk
Songwriter
Thomas B Morello
Songwriter
Tim Commerford
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rage Against the Machine
Producer
Auburn Burrell
Recording Engineer
Craig Doubet
Assistant Engineer
GGGarth Richardson
Producer
Andy Wallace
Mixing Engineer
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer
Vlado Meller
Mastering Engineer
Mark Santangelo
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Jeff Sheehan
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
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
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