Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fistful of Steel, artist - Rage Against The Machine. Date of issue: 02.11.1992
Record label: Sony
Song language: English
Fistful of Steel |
| Huh! |
| Check it |
| Uh! |
| Silence, something about silence makes me sick |
| 'Cause silence can be violent sorta like a slit wrist |
| If the vibe was suicide, then you would push the button |
| But if ya bowin' down, then let me do the cuttin' |
| Some speak the sounds but speak in silent voices |
| Like radio is silent though it fills the air with noises |
| Its transmissions bring submission as ya mold to the unreal |
| And mad boy grips the microphone with a fistful of steel |
| Yeah |
| And mad boy grips the microphone with a fistful of steel |
| With a fistful of steel |
| ('Cause I know the power of the question) |
| With a fistful of steel |
| With a fistful of steel |
| (And I won’t stop 'cause I know the power of the question) |
| It’s time to flow like the fluid in ya veins |
| If ya will it, I will spill it and ya out |
| Just as quick as ya came |
| Not a silent one, but a defiant one |
| Never a normal one 'cause I’m the bastard son |
| With the visions of the move, vocals not to soothe |
| But to ignite and put in flight my sense of militance |
| Groovin', playin' that game called survival |
| The status, the elite, the enemy, the rival |
| The silent sheep slippin', riffin', trippin' |
| Give you a glimpse of the reality I’m grippin' |
| Steppin' into the jam and I’m slammin' like Shaquille |
| Mad boy grips the microphone with a fistful of steel |
| Yeah |
| And mad boy grips the microphone with a fistful of steel |
| With a fistful of steel |
| ('Cause I know the power of the question) |
| With a fistful of steel |
| With a fistful of steel |
| (And I won’t stop 'cause I know the power of the question) |
| Aw shit |
| (And I won’t stop, 'cause I know the power of the question!) |
| And if the vibe was suicide, then you would push the button |
| But if you’re bowin' down, then let me do the cuttin' |
| Yeah |
| Come on |
| A .44 full of bullets |
| Face full of pale |
| Eyes full of empty |
| A stare full of nails |
| The roulette ball |
| Rolls alone on the wheel |
| A mind full of fire |
| And a fistful of steel |
| And if the vibe was suicide, then you would push the button |
| But if you’re bowin' down, then let me do the cuttin' |
| Yeah |
| With a fistful of steel, uh |
| Come on |
| Uh, with a fistful of steel |
| Uh |