Rage Against the Machine - Calm Like a Bomb (Live at the Grand Olympic Auditorium, Los Angeles, CA - September 2000)

Feel the funk blast Feel the funk blast Feel the funk blast Feel the funk blast Feel the funk blast Yo, yo, yo, check this shit out I be walkin' god like a dog My narrative fearless Word war returns to burn Like Baldwin home from Paris Steel from a furnace I was born landless This is the native son Born of Zapata's guns Stroll through the shanties And the city's remains Same bodies buried hungry But with different last names These vultures rob everything They leave nothing but chains Pick a point on the globe The picture's the same The bank, there's a church A myth and a hearse A mall and a loan A child dead at birth A widow pig parrot A rebel to tame A whitehooded judge A syringe and a vein Put a riot to 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? I'm calm like a bomb I'm calm like a bomb 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 Through, through the shanties and the city's remains Same bodies buried hungry Different last names These vultures rob everything Leave nothing but chains Pick a point here at home Your picture's the same A field full of slaves Corn and some debt 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 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 I'm calm like a bomb I'm calm like a bomb I'm calm like a bomb Calm like a bomb Calm like a bomb I'm calm like a bomb I'm calm like a bomb I'm calm like a bomb 'Cause there's a mass without roofs A prison to fill A country's soul that reads: "Post no bills" A strike and a line of cops outside of the mill There's a right to obey And a right to kill A mass without roofs A prison to fill A country's soul that reads: "Post no bills" A strike and a line of cops outside of the mill There's a right to obey And a right to kill