Bulls on Parade - triple j Like A Version

Come with it now

Come with it now

The microphone explodes, shattering the molds

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 drenching, quenching the thirst

Of the power dons - that five sided Fist-a-gon

The rotten sore on the face of Mother Earth gets bigger

The triggers 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

No 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 moving

They don't gotta burn the books, they just remove 'em

While arms warehouses fill as quick as the cells

Rally 'round the family, pocket 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

Listen

Birds chirpin', dogs barkin', kids missin', milk cartons

Soul dark as black markets, war is startin', more is sparkin'

Historic prophets praise Muhammad

Diff'rent Strokes, Philip Drummond

Gave me crack, like I'm plumbin', Jesus Christ, second comin'

Cut myself, now I'm numbin', never scared, never runnin'

Chosen one, I'm one hunnid, pray for me, pray for London

Guilty me, he ain't done and gun me down, all for nothin'

President in abundance, president is a puppet

Gotta hate it, gotta love it, pass a class, I rise above it

Wise enough, advise the public, pistol bust, screamin' "fuck it"

Donald Trump, Donald Duck, what the fuck is the difference?

Now we stuck, in a rut, this ain't what I envisioned

What is what? What is guts when you don't have intuition?

Not a saint, not a sin, tell me what's my real religion?

Genocide, Genesis, they say it's a new beginning

I'm a sinner, you a sinner, I can see the devil grinning

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

Come with it now

Bulls on parade

Bulls on parade

Bulls on parade

Bulls on parade

Bulls on parade

Bulls on parade

Bulls on parade