Guerilla Radio 歌词

Transmission third world war third round A decade of the weapon of sound above ground Ain't no shelter if you're looking for shade I lick shots at the brutal charade As the polls close like a casket On truth devoured A silent play on the shadow of power A spectacle monopolized The camera's eye on choice disguised CHORUS(3x): Lights out guerilla radio Turn that shit up Was it cast for the mass who burn and toil? Or for the vultures who thirst for blood and oil? A spectacle monopolized They hold the reins and stole your eyes The fistagons bullets and bombs Who stuff the banks Who staff the party ranks More for Gore or the son of a drug lord None of the above fuck it cut the cord CHORUS(3x) GUERILLA RADIOOOOO! Cut it now..