| Song | Guerilla Radio |
| Artist | Richard Cheese |
| Album | Viva La Vodka |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Commerford, De La Rocha ... | |
| 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 | |
| Lights out, | |
| Guerilla radio | |
| Turn that shit up | |
| Lights out, | |
| Guerilla radio | |
| Turn that shit up | |
| 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 staff the banks? | |
| Who staff the party ranks? | |
| More for Gore or the son of the drug | |
| LordNone 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 | |
| Guerilla radio | |
| Quit it now |
| zuo qu : Commerford, De La Rocha ... | |
| 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 | |
| Lights out, | |
| Guerilla radio | |
| Turn that shit up | |
| Lights out, | |
| Guerilla radio | |
| Turn that shit up | |
| 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 staff the banks? | |
| Who staff the party ranks? | |
| More for Gore or the son of the drug | |
| LordNone 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 | |
| Guerilla radio | |
| Quit it now |
| zuò qǔ : Commerford, De La Rocha ... | |
| 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 | |
| Lights out, | |
| Guerilla radio | |
| Turn that shit up | |
| Lights out, | |
| Guerilla radio | |
| Turn that shit up | |
| 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 staff the banks? | |
| Who staff the party ranks? | |
| More for Gore or the son of the drug | |
| LordNone 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 | |
| Guerilla radio | |
| Quit it now |