New Millenium Homes Lyrics

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New Millenium Homes Lyrics

Artist Rage Against The Machine

Hungry people don't stay hungry for long They get hope from fire and smoke as

they reach for tha dawn Tha spirit of Jackson Now screams through tha ruins

Through factory chains And tha ghost of tha union Tha forgotten remains

Disappear to their new homes Tha knife tha thrust Tha life burns to tha raw bone

Tha blood on tha floor of tha tear is still dryin' Cover tha spread sheets Tha

Dow Jones skyin' Tha cell block live stock Tha bodies they buyin' Old south

order New northern horizon Violence is in all hands Embrace it if need be Livin'

been warfare I press it to CD A fire in tha master's house is set Check tha high

tech terror Of tha new order athletes Peering into tha eyes of tha child already

on trial These armies rippin' families apart Get 'em on file Convictions fit tha

stock profile All tha while films of dogs Ripping through homes Ripping skin

from bones Yes tha new millennium homes Privatizing through private eyes An era

rising Of tha old south order New northern horizon Violence is in all hands

Embrace it if need be Livin' been warfare I press it to CD A fire in tha

master's house is set 11.Ashes in the Fall A mass of hands press on the market

window Ghosts of progress Dressed in slow death Feeding on hunger And glaring

through the promise Upon the food that rots slowly in the aisle A mass of

nameless at the oasis That hides the graves beneath the master's hill Are buried

for drinking The river's water While shackled to the line At the empty well This

is the new sound Just like the old sound Just like the noose wound Over the new

ground Listen to the fascist sing "Take hope here War is elsewhere You were

chosen This is god's land Soon we'll be free Of blot and mixture Seeds planted

by our Forefather's hand" A mass of promises Begin to rupture Like the pockets

Of the new world kings Like swollen stomachs In Appalachia It's the priests that

fuck you As they whisper holy things A mass of tears have transformed to stones

now Sharpened on suffering And woven into slings Hope lies in the rubble of this

rich fortress Taking today what tomorrow never brings This is the new sound Just

like the old sound Just like the noose wound Over the new ground Ain't it funny

how the factory doors close Round the time that the school doors close Round the

time that the doors of the jail cells Open up to greet you like the reaper Ain't

it funny how the factory doors close Round the time that the school doors close

Round the time that the doors of the jail cells Open up to greet you like the

reaper This is the new sound Just like the old sound Just like the noose wound

Over the new ground Like ashes in the fall

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