Lyrics of Guerilla Radio - Rage Against The Machine

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
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

Lights out! Guerilla radio!
Turn that shit up!
Lights out! Guerilla radio!
Turn that shit up!
Lights out! Guerilla radio!
Turn that shit up!
Lights out! Guerilla radio!

Contact I highjack the frequencies
Blockin' the beltway
Move on DC
Way past the days of bombin' MC's
Sound off! Mumia Guan be free!

Who gottem yo check the federal file
All you pen devils know the trial was vile
An army of pigs trying to silence my style
Off 'em all out that box it's my radio dial

Lights out! Guerilla radio!
Turn that shit up!
Lights out! Guerilla radio!
Turn that shit up!
Lights out! Guerilla radio!
Turn that shit up!
Lights out! Guerilla radio!
Turn that shit up!

It has to start somewhere!
It has to start sometime!
What better place than here?
What better time than now?

All hell can't stop us now!
All hell can't stop us now!
All hell can't stop us now!
All hell can't stop us now!
All hell can't stop us now!
All hell can't stop us now!