There's
a
time
when
the
operation
of
the
machine
becomes
so
odious,
makes
you
so
sick
at
heart,
that
you
can't
take
part.
You
can't
even
passively
take
part.
And
you've
got
to
put
your
bodies
upon
the
gears
and
upon
the
wheels,
upon
the
levers,
upon
all
the
apparatus,
and
you've
got
to
make
it
stop.
To
save
face
How
low
can
you
go?
Talk
a
lot
o'
game,
but
yet
you
don't
know.
Static
on
the
wave
make
us
all
say
'whoa'!
The
people
up
top
push
the
people
down
low
Get
down!
And
obey
every
word!
Steady,
get
in
line,
if
you
haven't
yet
heard.
Wanna
take
what
I
got?
Don't
be
absurd!
Don't
fight
the
power,
nobody
gets
hurt.
If
you
haven't
heard
yet
then
I'm
lettin'
you
know
There
ain't
shit
we
don't
run
when
the
guns
unload
And
nobody
make
a
move,
'less
my
people
say
so.
Got
everything
under
control,
Now
everybody
go!
Feel
alone!
Final
blow!
We
the
animals
take
control!
Hear
us
now,
clear
and
true!
Wretches
and
kings,
we
come
for
you!
So
keep
face
How
slow
can
you
go?
Talk
a
lot
o'
shit
and
yet
you
don't
know!
Fire
on
the
way,
make
you
all
say
'whoa!'
The
people
up
top
and
the
people
down
low
get
down!
And
I'm
runnin'
it
like
that!
The
front
of
the
attack
is
exactly
where
I'm
at:
Somewhere
in
between
the
kick
and
the
high
hat,
The
pen
and
contract,
the
pitch
and
the
contact,
So
get
with
the
combat!
I'm
lettin'
them
know
there
ain't
shit
you
can
say
to
make
me
back
down
low,
So
push
the
button
and
the
whole
thing
blows,
Spinnin'
everything
outta
control,
Now
everybody
go!
Feel
alone!
Final
blow!
We
the
animals
take
control!
Hear
us
now,
clear
and
true!
Wretches
and
kings,
we
come
for
you!
Still
alone!
Final
blow!
Filthy
Animals,
beat
them
low!
Skin
and
bone,
black
and
blue,
No
more
the
sun
shall
beat
down
for
you!
From
the
front
to
back
And
the
side
to
side
If
you
fear
what
I
feel
Put
them
up
real
high
Front
to
back
And
the
side
to
side
If
you
fear
what
I
feel
Put
them
up
real
high
Front
to
back
And
the
side
to
side
If
you
fear
what
I
feel
Put
them
up
real
high
Front
to
back
And
the
side
to
side
If
you
fear
what
I
feel
Put
them
up
real
high
Front
to
back
And
the
side
to
side
If
you
fear
what
I
feel
Put
them
up
real
high
Front
to
back
And
the
side
to
side
If
you
fear
what
I
feel
Put
them
up
real
high!
There's
a
time
when
the
operation
of
the
machine
becomes
so
odious
makes
you
so
sick
at
heart
that
you
can't
take
part.
You
can't
even
passively
take
part.
And
you've
got
to
put
your
bodies
upon
the
gears
and
upon
the
wheels,
upon
the
levers,
upon
all
the
apparatus,
and
you've
got
to
make
it
stop.
And
you've
got
to
indicate
to
the
people
who
run
it,
to
the
people
who
own
it
that
unless
you're
free,
the
machine
will
be
prevented
from
working
at
all.