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