Sabotage the Machine
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- early 1990s
- bass
- drums
- guitar
- hip hop
- guitar solo
- electric guitar
- protest song
- protest music
- live
Lyrics
Intro
Yeah
Check it, No More Kings!
Corrupt motherfuckers in the government seat
They tell us look away while they steal our kids, disappear our people, wear masks like fucking cowards and cover up their crimes
Yo, fuck ice, fuck the pedophiles who protect their own, fuck that corrupt motherfucker at the top of the heap!
Alright, lets do this!
Verse 1
I got a fist like a gavel, slam on the thieves
All suits, no souls, tricks up their sleeves
They cook the books while they rob the poor
Bought-off judges, kick in your door
They print that law like a loaded gun
Point it at the people while they laugh for fun
They sell our lives for a fat campaign
Then wash away the blood while the media abstains
Pre-Chorus
They lie cheat steal and repeat
Same old crooks in the power's seat
innocents blood on the marble suite
Fight the pee-dough class, put ‘em in the fuckin street!
Chorus
The government whispers step to the right
But they point that rage where they want on sight
We get crumbs while they stuff their faces
Don't resist or they steal you away to secret bases
Turn it up, yeah, turn up that heat
Aim that shit at the top of the heap
Yeah, sabotage the machine
Verse 2
I got a badge on a boot on the back of my neck
Politicians cashing that corporate check
Talk tough, act hard, wave that flag
Stuffing their pockets with the lobbyist bag
Secret wars in a secret room
Sign your name on a contract of doom
They say “security,” they mean “control”
Wiretap your body, face-scan your soul
Pre-Chorus
They lie cheat steal and repeat
Same old crooks in the power's seat
innocents blood on the marble suite
Fight the pee-dough class, put ‘em in the fuckin street!
Chorus
The government whispers “don’t you speak”
While they sell our fear every goddamn week
We get cages, they get yachts
We get crumbs, they get the lot
Crank that volume, raise that heat
Aim that shit at the top of the heap
Guitar Solo
Bridge
No more muzzle in my fucking back
No more crook with the Patriot Act
No more hand in the public till
No more law for the rich man’s will
Tear it down
Tear the whole fucking thing to the ground!
Final Chorus
The government whispers “stay in line”
But we flip that script, drag ‘em into the light
No more silence, no in-between
Sabotage, sabotage the machine
Out in the streets, feel that beat
No more kings, no more elite
You know the deal, you know what I mean
sabotage that fucking machine!
Outro
Sabotage the machine
Shut it down, shut it down
Sabotage the machine
Burn it down, yeah burn it down
Burn that motherfucker down!
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