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  1. We Want It All
  2. March Of Death

March Of Death Lyrics - Singles - Zack De La Rocha

I was born with the voice of a riot, a storm 

Lightening the function, the form 

Far from the norm, I won't follow like cattle 

I'm more like the catalyst, 

calm in the mix of battle 

Who let the cowboy on the saddle? 

He don't know a missile from a gavel 

Para terror troopin' flippin' loops of death upon innocent flesh 

But i'm back in the cipher my foes and friends 

with a verse and a pen 

against a line I won't tow or defend 

instead I curse at murderous men 

in suits of professionals who act like animals 

This man child, ruthless and wild 

Who's gonna chain this beast back on the leash? 

This Texas fuhrer, for sure a 

compassionless con who serve a 

lethal needle to the poor, the cure for crime is murder? 

Well I was born with the voice of a riot, a storm 

Lightening the function, the form 

Far from the norm, I won't follow like cattle 

I'm more like the catalyst, 

calm in the mix of battle 

Who let the cowboy on the saddle? 

He don't know a missile from a gavel 

 

on the left 

on the left, left, right, left 

on the left 

on the left, left, right, left (but it's just a march of death) 

on the left 

on the left, left, right 

 

I read the news today 

oh boy 

a snap shot of a midnight ploy 

Vexed and powerless 

devoured my hours I'm motionless 

with no rest 

'Cause a scream now holds the sky 

under another high-tech driveby 

A lie is a lie this God is an eagle 

or a condor for war nothing more 

Islam peace, Islam stare into my eye brother 

please off our knees 

To beef now we feed their disease 

interlocked our hands across seas 

What is a flag is a rag but a shroud out loud 

outside my window is a faceless crowd 

'Cause a cowering child just took her last breath 

one snare in the march of death 

 

on the left 

on the left, left, right, left 

on the left 

on the left, left, right, left (but it's just a march of death) 

on the left 

on the left, left, right, left 

on the left 

on the left, left, right