Bullet In the Head (Live at the Grand Olympic Auditorium, Los Angeles, CA - September 2000)

Y'all this next song is called A Bullet In Your Head

Oh, shit

This time the bullet cold rocked ya

A yellow ribbon instead of a swastika

Nothin' proper about your propaganda

Fools follow rules when the set command ya

Said it was blue when your blood was red

Well, that's how you got a bullet blasted through your head

Blasted through your head, blasted through your head

I give a shout out to the living dead

Who stood and watched as the feds cold centralized

So serene on the screen, he was mesmerized

Cellular phone soundin' a death tone

Corporations cold turn ya to stone before ya realize

They load the clip in omnicolour

Said they pack the nine (fire it at prime time)

The sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz

And motherfuckers lost their minds

Just victims of the in-house drive-by

They say jump, you say, how high?

Come on

We're just victims of the in-house drive-by

They say jump, you say, how high?

Just victims of the in-house drive-by

They say jump, you say, how high?

Yeah, yeah, yeah

We're just victims of the in-house drive-by

They say jump, you say, how high?

I said they load the clip in omnicolour

Said they pack the nine, they fire it at prime time

That sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz

And motherfuckers lost their minds

Ain't no escape from the mass mind rape

Play it again, Jack, and then rewind the tape

Then play it again and again and again

Until your mind is locked in

Believing all the lies that they're tellin' ya

They say jump, ya say, how high?

You're brain-dead, ya got a fuckin' bullet in ya head

Just victims of the in-house drive-by

They say jump, you say, how high?

Just victims of the in-house drive-by

They say jump, you say, how high?

(You're bowing down to the flag)

(You got a bullet in your head)