Bullet in the Head

"This time the bullet cold rocked ya,
A yellow ribbon instead of a swastika,
Nothin' proper about ya propaganda,
Fools follow rules when the set commands ya,
Said it was blue,
When the blood was red,
That's how ya got a bullet blasted through your head.

Blasted through your head!
Blasted through your head!

I give a shot out to the living dead,
Who stood and watched as the feds cold centralised,
So serene on the screen,
You was mesmerised,
Cellular phones soundin' a death tone,
Corporations cold,
Turn ya to stone before ya realise.

They load the clip in omnicolour,
Said they pack the 9, they fire it at prime time,
The sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz,
And mutha fuckas lost their minds.

Just victims of the in-house drive-by!
They say jump, you say how high!"

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