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  • Текст песни Rage Against The Machine - New Millenium Homes



    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