Come wit' it now Come wit' it now The microphone explodes, shatterin' the mold Either drop the hits like De La O or get the fuck off the commode With the sure shot Sure to make the bodies drop Drop and don't copy, yo Don't call this a co-op Terror rains drenchin' Quenchin' the thirst of the power dons That five-sided Fistagon The rotten sore on the face of Mother Earth gets bigger The trigger's cold, empty your purse Rally 'round the family With a pocket full of shells They rally 'round the family With a pocket full of shells They rally 'round the family With a pocket full of shells They rally 'round the family With a pocket full of shells Weapons, not food, not homes, not shoes Not need, just feed the war, cannibal animal I walk the corner to the rubble that used to be a library Line up to the mind cemetery now What we don't know keeps the contracts alive and movin' They don't gotta burn the books, they just remove 'em While arms warehouses fill as quick as the cells Rally 'round the family, pockets full of shells Rally 'round the family With a pocket full of shells They rally 'round the family With a pocket full of shells They rally 'round the family With a pocket full of shells They rally 'round the family With a pocket full of shells Bulls on parade, uh Come wit' it now Come wit' it now Bulls on parade Bulls on parade Bulls on parade Bulls on parade Bulls on parade Bulls on parade
Come wit' it now Come wit' it now The microphone explodes, shatterin' the mold Either drop the hits like De La O or get the fuck off the commode With the sure shot Sure to make the bodies drop Drop and don't copy, yo Don't call this a co-op Terror rains drenchin' Quenchin' the thirst of the power dons That five-sided Fistagon The rotten sore on the face of Mother Earth gets bigger The trigger's cold, empty your purse Rally 'round the family With a pocket full of shells They rally 'round the family With a pocket full of shells They rally 'round the family With a pocket full of shells They rally 'round the family With a pocket full of shells Weapons, not food, not homes, not shoes Not need, just feed the war, cannibal animal I walk the corner to the rubble that used to be a library Line up to the mind cemetery now What we don't know keeps the contracts alive and movin' They don't gotta burn the books, they just remove 'em While arms warehouses fill as quick as the cells Rally 'round the family, pockets full of shells Rally 'round the family With a pocket full of shells They rally 'round the family With a pocket full of shells They rally 'round the family With a pocket full of shells They rally 'round the family With a pocket full of shells Bulls on parade, uh Come wit' it now Come wit' it now Bulls on parade Bulls on parade Bulls on parade Bulls on parade Bulls on parade Bulls on parade
“Bulls on Parade” foi lançada como parte do segundo álbum do Rage Against the Machine, intitulado *Evil Empire*.<br>
A letra da música aborda o “complexo militar‑industrial”, criticando como a indústria de armamentos incentiva ações militares para garantir contratos e lucros.<br>
O riff de guitarra de Tom Morello em “Bulls on Parade” é um dos mais reconhecidos da banda, tornando‑se uma marca registrada de seu estilo.<br>
O solo da canção é particularmente inusitado: Morello utiliza o interruptor de seleção da guitarra e esfrega a mão ao longo das cordas, paralelamente ao braço, produzindo um som descrito como semelhante a “um pato de borracha sendo espancado”.<br>
Esse solo é frequentemente citado como o exemplo mais famoso da abordagem extremamente inovadora de Tom Morello à guitarra.
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