Calm Like A Bomb Lyrics
| Song | Calm Like A Bomb |
| Artist | Rage Against the Machine |
| Album | The Matrix Reloaded: The Album |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Feel the funk blast (whispered) | |
| Feel the funk blast (whispered) | |
| Well feel the funk blast | |
| Well feel the funk blast | |
| Well feel the funk blast | |
| Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Check it Out Yo Yo Yo | |
| I be walkin god like a dog | |
| My narrative fearless | |
| Word war returns to burn | |
| Like Baldwin home from Paris, Uh | |
| Like steel from a furnace | |
| I was born landless | |
| Yes its tha native son | |
| Born of Zapatas guns | |
| Stroll through the shanties | |
| And tha cities remains | |
| Same bodies buried hungry | |
| But with different last names | |
| The vultures robbin everything | |
| Leave nothing but chains | |
| Pick a point on the globe | |
| Yes tha pictures tha same | |
| Theres a bank, theres a church, a myth and a hearse | |
| A mall and a loan, a child dead at birth | |
| Theres a widow pig parrot | |
| A rebel to tame | |
| A whitehooded judge | |
| A syringe and a vein | |
| And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard | |
| What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? | |
| What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? | |
| What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? | |
| What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? | |
| We're calm like a bomb (Ignite) | |
| We're calm like a bomb (Ignite) | |
| This aint subliminal | |
| Feel the critical mass approach horizon | |
| Tha pulse of the condemned | |
| Sound off Americas demise | |
| Tha anti-myth rhythm rock shocker | |
| Yes I spit fire | |
| Hope lies in the smoldering rubble of empires | |
| Yes back through tha shanties and tha cities remains | |
| Same bodies buried hungry, uh-huh | |
| With different last names, uh-huh | |
| The vultures robbin everyone | |
| Leave nothing but chains | |
| Pick a point here at home | |
| Yes the pictures tha same | |
| Theres a field full of slaves | |
| Some corn and some debt | |
| Theres a ditch full of bodies | |
| Tha check for the rent | |
| Theres a tap, tha phone, tha silence of stone | |
| The numb black screen | |
| That be feelin like home | |
| And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard | |
| What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? | |
| What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? | |
| What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? | |
| What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? | |
| Calm like a bomb (Ignite) | |
| Calm like a bomb (Ignite) | |
| Calm like a bomb (Ignite) | |
| Calm like a bomb (Ignite) | |
| Calm like a bomb (Ignite) | |
| Calm like a bomb (Ignite) | |
| Calm like a bomb (Ignite) | |
| Calm like a bomb (Ignite) | |
| Calm like a bomb (Ignite) | |
| Theres a mass without roofs | |
| A prison to fill | |
| Theres a countrys soul that reads post no bills | |
| Theres a strike and a line of cops outside of tha mill | |
| Theres a right to obey | |
| And a right to kill | |
| Theres a mass without roofs | |
| Theres a prison to fill | |
| Theres a countrys soul that reads post no bills | |
| Theres a strike and a line of cops outside of tha mill | |
| Cos theres a right to obey | |
| And theres the right to kill |
| Feel the funk blast whispered | |
| Feel the funk blast whispered | |
| Well feel the funk blast | |
| Well feel the funk blast | |
| Well feel the funk blast | |
| Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Check it Out Yo Yo Yo | |
| I be walkin god like a dog | |
| My narrative fearless | |
| Word war returns to burn | |
| Like Baldwin home from Paris, Uh | |
| Like steel from a furnace | |
| I was born landless | |
| Yes its tha native son | |
| Born of Zapatas guns | |
| Stroll through the shanties | |
| And tha cities remains | |
| Same bodies buried hungry | |
| But with different last names | |
| The vultures robbin everything | |
| Leave nothing but chains | |
| Pick a point on the globe | |
| Yes tha pictures tha same | |
| Theres a bank, theres a church, a myth and a hearse | |
| A mall and a loan, a child dead at birth | |
| Theres a widow pig parrot | |
| A rebel to tame | |
| A whitehooded judge | |
| A syringe and a vein | |
| And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard | |
| What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? | |
| What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? | |
| What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? | |
| What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? | |
| We' re calm like a bomb Ignite | |
| We' re calm like a bomb Ignite | |
| This aint subliminal | |
| Feel the critical mass approach horizon | |
| Tha pulse of the condemned | |
| Sound off Americas demise | |
| Tha antimyth rhythm rock shocker | |
| Yes I spit fire | |
| Hope lies in the smoldering rubble of empires | |
| Yes back through tha shanties and tha cities remains | |
| Same bodies buried hungry, uhhuh | |
| With different last names, uhhuh | |
| The vultures robbin everyone | |
| Leave nothing but chains | |
| Pick a point here at home | |
| Yes the pictures tha same | |
| Theres a field full of slaves | |
| Some corn and some debt | |
| Theres a ditch full of bodies | |
| Tha check for the rent | |
| Theres a tap, tha phone, tha silence of stone | |
| The numb black screen | |
| That be feelin like home | |
| And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard | |
| What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? | |
| What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? | |
| What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? | |
| What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? | |
| Calm like a bomb Ignite | |
| Calm like a bomb Ignite | |
| Calm like a bomb Ignite | |
| Calm like a bomb Ignite | |
| Calm like a bomb Ignite | |
| Calm like a bomb Ignite | |
| Calm like a bomb Ignite | |
| Calm like a bomb Ignite | |
| Calm like a bomb Ignite | |
| Theres a mass without roofs | |
| A prison to fill | |
| Theres a countrys soul that reads post no bills | |
| Theres a strike and a line of cops outside of tha mill | |
| Theres a right to obey | |
| And a right to kill | |
| Theres a mass without roofs | |
| Theres a prison to fill | |
| Theres a countrys soul that reads post no bills | |
| Theres a strike and a line of cops outside of tha mill | |
| Cos theres a right to obey | |
| And theres the right to kill |
| Feel the funk blast whispered | |
| Feel the funk blast whispered | |
| Well feel the funk blast | |
| Well feel the funk blast | |
| Well feel the funk blast | |
| Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Check it Out Yo Yo Yo | |
| I be walkin god like a dog | |
| My narrative fearless | |
| Word war returns to burn | |
| Like Baldwin home from Paris, Uh | |
| Like steel from a furnace | |
| I was born landless | |
| Yes its tha native son | |
| Born of Zapatas guns | |
| Stroll through the shanties | |
| And tha cities remains | |
| Same bodies buried hungry | |
| But with different last names | |
| The vultures robbin everything | |
| Leave nothing but chains | |
| Pick a point on the globe | |
| Yes tha pictures tha same | |
| Theres a bank, theres a church, a myth and a hearse | |
| A mall and a loan, a child dead at birth | |
| Theres a widow pig parrot | |
| A rebel to tame | |
| A whitehooded judge | |
| A syringe and a vein | |
| And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard | |
| What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? | |
| What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? | |
| What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? | |
| What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? | |
| We' re calm like a bomb Ignite | |
| We' re calm like a bomb Ignite | |
| This aint subliminal | |
| Feel the critical mass approach horizon | |
| Tha pulse of the condemned | |
| Sound off Americas demise | |
| Tha antimyth rhythm rock shocker | |
| Yes I spit fire | |
| Hope lies in the smoldering rubble of empires | |
| Yes back through tha shanties and tha cities remains | |
| Same bodies buried hungry, uhhuh | |
| With different last names, uhhuh | |
| The vultures robbin everyone | |
| Leave nothing but chains | |
| Pick a point here at home | |
| Yes the pictures tha same | |
| Theres a field full of slaves | |
| Some corn and some debt | |
| Theres a ditch full of bodies | |
| Tha check for the rent | |
| Theres a tap, tha phone, tha silence of stone | |
| The numb black screen | |
| That be feelin like home | |
| And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard | |
| What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? | |
| What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? | |
| What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? | |
| What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What? | |
| Calm like a bomb Ignite | |
| Calm like a bomb Ignite | |
| Calm like a bomb Ignite | |
| Calm like a bomb Ignite | |
| Calm like a bomb Ignite | |
| Calm like a bomb Ignite | |
| Calm like a bomb Ignite | |
| Calm like a bomb Ignite | |
| Calm like a bomb Ignite | |
| Theres a mass without roofs | |
| A prison to fill | |
| Theres a countrys soul that reads post no bills | |
| Theres a strike and a line of cops outside of tha mill | |
| Theres a right to obey | |
| And a right to kill | |
| Theres a mass without roofs | |
| Theres a prison to fill | |
| Theres a countrys soul that reads post no bills | |
| Theres a strike and a line of cops outside of tha mill | |
| Cos theres a right to obey | |
| And theres the right to kill |
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