Letras:
Tom Morello Boots Riley

[Boots Riley:] And the wealth don't trickle down People pinchin' every nickel now Even if we don't fight, bodies hit the ground I spit the sound of a

[Boots Riley:] They summoned and I answered Their God forsaken call Just focus on the names Not the screaming down the hall Your tears beg the question

Chorus: Boots Riley] Now can you clap for the killers? Give it up for them gangsters One time for the killers Double up for them gangsters [Boots Riley

[Boots Riley:] In the military outpost known as hell We was way too drunk off Muscatel Prone to fail and get thrown in jail From the stories that the

[Boots Riley:] I am your host for the evening Don't take the bullet out, leave it in Intoxicate me till I'm bleedin' gin And I still walk straighter