Turn on the radio Nah, fuck it! Turn it off! Fear is your only god on the radio Nah, fuck it! Turn it off! Turn it off, turn on the radio Nah, fuck it! Turn it off! Fear is your only god on the radio Nah, fuck it! Your savior, my guillotine Crosses and kerosene Merge on the networks Slangin' nerve gas Up jump the boogie then bang Let 'em hang While the paranoid Try to stuff the void Let's capture this AM mayhem Undressed and blessed by the Lord The power pendulum swings by the umbilical cord Shock around the clock, from noon 'til noon Men grabbin' they mics, and stuff 'em into the womb Terror's the product ya push Well, I'm a truth addict Aw shit, I got a headrush! Sheep tremble and here come the votes Thrown from the throat, cages and scapegoats Undressed and blessed by the Lord The same devil that ran around Managua with a sword Check out the new style that Ollie found A tune with a bullet, to shut down the devil sound! Shut down the devil sound! The program of Vietnow Shut down the devil sound! Turn on the radio Nah, fuck it! Turn it off! Fear is your only god on the radio Nah, fuck it! Turn it off! Turn it off, turn on the radio Nah, fuck it! Turn it off! Fear is your only god on the radio Nah, fuck it! Your savior, my guillotine Crosses and kerosene Flex the cerebellum Fire, uh! Somebody gotta shell 'em These evil angels lists Hittin' the AM playlist Paid to say this That one inhuman Illegal, single, woman The one without a movement The transmissions whippin' our backs Yeah, comin' down like bats from Stacey Koon and Terror's tha product ya push Well, I'm a truth addict Aw shit, I got a headrush! The sheep tremble and here come the votes Thrown from the throat, cages and scapegoats One caution, the mic's a detonator unwound To shut down the devil sound! Shut down the devil sound! Check the heads bow in Vietnow Shut down the devil sound! Is all the world jails and churches? Is all the world jails and churches? Is all the world jails and churches? Is all the world jails and churches? Is all the world jails and churches? Radio Nah, fuck it! Turn it off! Fear is your only god on the radio Nah, fuck it! Turn it off! Turn it off, turn on the radio Nah, fuck it! Turn it off! Fear is your only god on the radio Nah, fuck it! Your savior, my guillotine Crosses and kerosene Fear is your Fear is your Fear is your only god Fear is your Fear is your Fear is your only god Fear is your Fear is your Fear is your only god Fear is your Fear is your Fear is your only god

Uh Pump, pump, woo! Come on Uh Solo, I'm a soloist on a solo list All live, never on a floppy disk Inka, inka, bottle of ink Paintings of rebellion drawn up by the thoughts I think Yeah Come on The militant poet in once again, check it It's set up like a deck of cards They're sendin' us to early graves for all the diamonds They'll use a pair of clubs to beat the spades With poetry, I paint the pictures that hit More like the murals that fit Don't turn away, get in front of it Brother, did ya forget ya name? Did ya lose it on the wall playin' Tic-Tac-Toe? Yo, check the diagonal, three brothers gone, come on Doesn't that make it three in a row? (Anger is a gift) Come on Uh Drop that Uh Come on Yeah Uh Brother, did ya forget ya name? Did ya lose it on the wall playin' Tic-Tac-Toe? Yo, check the diagonal, three million gone, come on 'Cause you know they're counting backwards to zero Environment, the environment exceeding On the level of our unconsciousness For example, what does the billboard say? "Come and play, come and play Forget about the movement" (Anger is a gift) Yeah Uh Aw, bring that shit in Uh Hey Freedom, yeah Freedom, yeah right Freedom, yeah Freedom, yeah Freedom, yeah, right Freedom, yeah Freedom, yeah, right

The sun ablaze as Maria's foot touches the surface of sand On northern land, as human contraband Some rico from Jalisco passed her name to the Boss She stuffed into a truckbed, she clutches her cross Here comes the exhaust and it rips through her lungs She's off fast to the pasture, like cattle she'll cross Degree 106, sweat and vomit are thrown And she prays and suffocates upon the memories of home Of Yanqui guns for blood debts on the loans Of smoldering fields, rape, rubble, and bones Of graves hidden, trapped up in visions of war Of nothing, no one, nobody, no more These are her mountains and skies and she radiates Through history's rivers of blood, she regenerates And like the sun disappears only to reappear She's eternally here Her time is near, never conquered but here To tear away at the mask And now she got a quota, the needle and thread crucifixion Sold and shipped across the new line of Mason Dixon Rippin' through denim the point an inch from her vein The foreman approach, his steps now pound in her brain His presence, it terrifies and eclipses her days No minutes to rest, no moments to pray And with a whisper he whips her, her soul chained to his will "My job is to kill if you forget to take your pill" Her arms jerks, the sisters gather 'round her and scream As if in a dream, eyes on the crimson stream Numb as her wrists spit shots of blood to the floor I am nothing, no one, nobody, no more These are her mountains and skies and she radiates Through history's rivers of blood, she regenerates And like the sun disappears only to reappear (Maria) She's eternally here Her time is near, never conquered but here To tear away at the mask Away at the mask To tear away at the mask No minutes to rest No moment to pray No minutes to rest No moment to pray No minutes to rest It eclipses her day, just a moment to pray To tear away at the mask Away at the mask To tear away at the mask To tear away at the mask