CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Guerrilla Radio (Live, Mexico City, Mexico, October 28, 1999)
Transmission, third World War, third round
A decade of the weapon of sound above ground
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, silent play on the shadow of power
A spectacle, monopolized
The camera's eyes on choice disguised
Was it cast for the mass who burn and toil?
Or for the vultures who thirst for blood and oil?
Yes a spectacle, monopolized
They hold the reins, stole your eyes
Fistagons, thе bullets and bombs
Who stuff the banks and staff the party ranks
Morе for Gore or the son of a drug lord
None of the above, f**k it, cut the cord!
Lights out, guerrilla radio
Turn that sh*t up
Lights out, guerrilla radio
Come on
Lights out, guerrilla radio
Turn that sh*t up
Lights out, guerrilla radio
A decade of the weapon of sound above ground
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, silent play on the shadow of power
A spectacle, monopolized
The camera's eyes on choice disguised
Was it cast for the mass who burn and toil?
Or for the vultures who thirst for blood and oil?
Yes a spectacle, monopolized
They hold the reins, stole your eyes
Fistagons, thе bullets and bombs
Who stuff the banks and staff the party ranks
Morе for Gore or the son of a drug lord
None of the above, f**k it, cut the cord!
Lights out, guerrilla radio
Turn that sh*t up
Lights out, guerrilla radio
Come on
Lights out, guerrilla radio
Turn that sh*t up
Lights out, guerrilla radio
