Turn My Head Tabs
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Live - Turn My Head.gp3
Zack De La Rocha:
This song is called "A Bullet in ya head".
This time the bullet cold rocked ya
Yeah!
A yellow ribbon instead of a swastika
Nothin' proper about ya propaganda
Fools follow rules when the set commands ya
They said it was blue
When ya blood was red yeah
That's how ya got a bullet blasted through ya head
Blasted through ya head
Blasted through ya head
I give a shout out to the living dead
Who stood and watched as the feds cold centralised
So serene on the screen
You was mesmerised
Cellular phones
Soundin' a death tone
Corporations cold
Turn ya to stone
Before ya realise
They load the clip in omnicolour
Said they pack the 9, they fire it at prime time
The sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz
And mutha fuckas lost their minds
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say "How high?"
Yeah!
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say "How high?"
Zack De La Rocha:
Check this shit out!
Uh!
(Guitar solo)
Zack De La Rocha:
Yeah this has got a funk!
Uh!
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say "How high?"
Yeah!
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say "How high?"
Now check-a, check-a, check it out
They load the clip in omnicolour
They pack the 9, they fire it at prime time
The sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz
And mutha fuckas lost their minds
No escape from the mass mind rape
Play it again jack and then rewind the tape
And then play it again and again and again
Until ya mind is locked in
Believin' all the lies that they're tellin' ya
Buyin' all the products that they're sellin' ya
They say jump and ya say how high
Ya brain-dead?
Ya gotta fuckin' bullet in ya head?
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say "How high?"
Yeah!
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say "How high?"
Uggh!
Standin' in line
Believin' the lies
Bowin' down to the flag
Gotta bullet in ya head
Am I standin' in line?
Am I believin' the lies?
I'm bowin' down to the flag
I've got a bullet in my head
A bullet in ya head (8 times, building to a shout)
A bullet in ya head (7 times, shouted/screamed)
Ya gotta bullet in ya fuckin' head!
Yeah!
YEAH!!! (Sustained to end of drum roll)
This song is called "A Bullet in ya head".
This time the bullet cold rocked ya
Yeah!
A yellow ribbon instead of a swastika
Nothin' proper about ya propaganda
Fools follow rules when the set commands ya
They said it was blue
When ya blood was red yeah
That's how ya got a bullet blasted through ya head
Blasted through ya head
Blasted through ya head
I give a shout out to the living dead
Who stood and watched as the feds cold centralised
So serene on the screen
You was mesmerised
Cellular phones
Soundin' a death tone
Corporations cold
Turn ya to stone
Before ya realise
They load the clip in omnicolour
Said they pack the 9, they fire it at prime time
The sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz
And mutha fuckas lost their minds
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say "How high?"
Yeah!
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say "How high?"
Zack De La Rocha:
Check this shit out!
Uh!
(Guitar solo)
Zack De La Rocha:
Yeah this has got a funk!
Uh!
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say "How high?"
Yeah!
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say "How high?"
Now check-a, check-a, check it out
They load the clip in omnicolour
They pack the 9, they fire it at prime time
The sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz
And mutha fuckas lost their minds
No escape from the mass mind rape
Play it again jack and then rewind the tape
And then play it again and again and again
Until ya mind is locked in
Believin' all the lies that they're tellin' ya
Buyin' all the products that they're sellin' ya
They say jump and ya say how high
Ya brain-dead?
Ya gotta fuckin' bullet in ya head?
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say "How high?"
Yeah!
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say "How high?"
Uggh!
Standin' in line
Believin' the lies
Bowin' down to the flag
Gotta bullet in ya head
Am I standin' in line?
Am I believin' the lies?
I'm bowin' down to the flag
I've got a bullet in my head
A bullet in ya head (8 times, building to a shout)
A bullet in ya head (7 times, shouted/screamed)
Ya gotta bullet in ya fuckin' head!
Yeah!
YEAH!!! (Sustained to end of drum roll)