| There’s a time when the operation of the machine becomes so odious
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| Makes you so sick at heart, that you can’t take part
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| You can’t even passively take part
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| And you’ve got to put your bodies upon the gears and upon the wheels
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| Upon the levers, upon all the apparatus
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| And you’ve got to make it stop
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| To save face, how low can you go
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| Talk a lot of game but yet you don’t know
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| Static on the way, make us all say whoa
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| The people up top push the people down low
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| Get down and obey every word
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| Steady getting mine if you haven’t yet heard
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| Wanna take what I got, don’t be absurd
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| Don’t fight the power, nobody gets hurt
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| If you haven’t heard yet then I’m letting you know
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| There ain’t shit we don’t run when the guns unload
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| And no one make a move unless my people say so
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| Got everything outta control, now everybody go
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| Steel unload, final blow
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| We the animals, take control
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| Hear us now, clear and true
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| Wretches and kings we come for you
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| So keep pace, how slow can you go
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| Talk a lot of shit and yet you don’t know
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| Fire on the way, make you all say whoa
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| The people up top and the people down low
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| Get down and I’m running it like that
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| The front of the attack is exactly where I’m at
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| Somewhere in-between, the kick and the hi-hat
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| The pen and the contract, the pitch and the contact
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| So get with the combat, I’m letting 'em know
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| There ain’t shit you can say to make me back down no
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| So push the button let the whole thing blow
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| Spinning everything outta control, now everybody go
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| Steel unload, final blow
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| We the animals, take control
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| Hear us now, clear and true
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| Wretches and kings we come for you
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| Steel unload, fire blow
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| Filthy animals, beat them low
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| Skin and bone, black and blue
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| No more this sun shall beat onto you
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| From the front to the back and the side to side
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| If you fear what I feel, put 'em up real high
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| Front to the back and the side to side
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| If you fear what I feel, put 'em up real high
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| Front to the back and the side to side
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| If you fear what I feel, put 'em up real high
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| Front to the back and the side to side
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| If you fear what I feel, put 'em up real high
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| Front to the back and the side to side
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| If you fear what I feel, put 'em up real high
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| Front to the back and the side to side
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| If you fear what I feel, put 'em up real high
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| When the operation of the machine becomes so odious
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| Makes you so sick at heart, that you can’t take part
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| You can’t even passively take part
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| And you’ve got to put your bodies upon the gears and upon the wheels
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| Upon the levers, upon all the apparatus
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| And you’ve got to make it stop
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| And you’ve got to indicate to the people who run it, to the people who own it
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| That unless you’re free
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| The machine will be prevented from working at all |