Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Calm Like a Bomb, artist - Rage Against The Machine.
Date of issue: 24.08.2009
Song language: English
Calm Like a Bomb |
Feel the funk blast |
Feel the funk blast |
Feel the funk blast |
Feel the funk blast |
Feel the funk blast |
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, check it out, yo, yo, yo |
I be walkin' God like a dog, |
my narrative, fearless |
My word war returns to burn like Baldwin home from Paris |
Like Steel from a furnace, I was born landless |
This is the native son, born of Zapata’s guns |
Stroll through the shanties and the cities' remains |
Same bodies buried hungry but with different last names |
These vultures rob everything, leave nothing but chains |
Pick a point on the globe, yes, the picture’s the same |
There’s a bank, there’s a church, a myth and a hearse |
A mall and a loan, a child dead at birth |
There’s a widow pig parrot, a rebel to tame |
A white-hooded judge |
a syringe and a vein |
And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard |
What you say, what you say, what you say, what? |
What you say, what you say, what you say, what? |
What you say, what you say, what you say, what? |
What you say, what you say, what you say, what? |
I’m calm like a bomb |
(Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite) |
I’m calm like a bomb |
(Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite) |
This ain’t subliminal, feel the critical mass approach horizon |
The pulse of the condemned, sound off America’s demise |
The anti-myth rhythm rock shocker, yes, I spit fire |
Hope lies in the smoldering rubble of empires |
Yes, back through the shanties and the cities' remains |
Same bodies buried hungry (Uh-huh), but with different last names (Uh-huh) |
Them vultures robbin' everyone, leave nothing but chains |
Pick a point here at home, yes, the picture’s the same |
There’s a field full of slaves, some corn and some debt |
There’s a ditch full of bodies, the check for the rent |
There’s a tap, the phone, the silence of stone |
The numb black screen that be feelin' like home |
And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard |
What you say, what you say, what you say, what? |
What you say, what you say, what you say, what? |
What you say, what you say, what you say, what? |
What you say, what you say, what you say, what? |
I’m calm like a bomb |
(Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite) |
I’m calm like a bomb |
(Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite) |
I’m calm like a bomb |
(Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite) |
I’m calm like a bomb |
(Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite) |
I’m calm like a bomb |
(Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite) |
I’m calm like a bomb |
(Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite) |
I’m calm like a bomb |
(Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite) |
I’m calm like a bomb |
(Ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite, ignite) |
There’s a mass without roofs, there’s a prison to fill |
There’s a country’s soul that reads post no bills |
There’s a strike and a line of cops outside of the mill |
There’s a right to obey and there’s a right to kill |
There’s a mass without roofs, there’s a prison to fill |
There’s a country’s soul that reads post no bills |
There’s a strike and a line of cops outside of the mill |
'Cause there’s a right to obey and there’s the right to kill |