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