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Bullet In The Head
Lyrics 
This time the bullet cold rocked ya
A yellow ribbon instead of a Swastika
Nothin' proper about ya propaganda
Fools follow rules when the set commands ya
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Features Of This Song
rap metal instrumentation
a subtle use of paired vocal harmony
repetitive melodic phrasing
extensive vamping
major key tonality
a dirty electric guitar solo
prominent bass riffs
a gravelly male vocalist
an aggressive male vocalist
thrasher drums
offensive lyrics

These are just a few of the hundreds of attributes cataloged for this song by the Music Genome Project.
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And mutha fuckas lost their minds
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Publisher: RETRIBUTION MUSIC
A bullet in ya head
No escape from the mass mind rape
Fools follow rules when the set commands ya
Ya bowin' down to the flag
Believin' the lies
So serene on the screen you were mesmerized
A bullet in ya head
Ya brain-dead, ya gotta fuckin' bullet in ya head
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
A bullet in ya head
Blasted through ya head
Who stood and watched as the feds cold centralized
That's how ya got a bullet blasted through ya head
They say jump, you say how high
A bullet in ya head
Ya bowin' down to the flag
A yellow ribbon instead of a Swastika
Said they pack the 9, they fire it at prime time
A bullet in ya head
They load the clip in omnicolour
Until ya mind is locked in
They say jump, you say how high
A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head
Ya gotta bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head
Believin' all the lies that they're tellin' ya
Ya standin' in line
They load the clip in omnicolour
A bullet in ya head
And then play it again and again and again
Play it again jack and then rewind the tape
A bullet in ya head
Buyin' all the products that they're sellin' ya
Yeah, yeah
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
Songwriters: Tim Commerford, Zack De La Rocha, Tom Morello, Brad Wilk
Checka, checka, check it out
Said they pack the 9, they fire it at prime time
Ya gotta bullet in ya head
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high, yeah
And mutha fuckas lost their minds
Uggh!
I give a shout out to the living dead
Sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz
Blasted through ya head
Ya gotta bullet in ya fuckin' head
Corporations cold turn ya to stone before ya realize
Nothin' proper about ya propaganda
A bullet in ya head
They say jump, you say how high
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head
This time the bullet cold rocked ya
They say jump and ya say how high
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
Yeah yeah
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
Sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz
A bullet in ya head
They say jump, you say how high, yeah
Cellular phones soundin' a death tone
A bullet in ya head
Ya standin' in line
Believin' the lies
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