Pour ceux ne connaissant rien à ce groupe, un petit tour sur leur article wikipédia pour vous familiariser avec eux. En voici l'introduction : 

" Rage Against the Machine (alias Rage ou RATM) est un groupe de rock américain, qui mélange des genres comme le metal, le rap et le funk. Originaire de Los Angeles en Californie, il a été créé en 1990 par Tom Morello et Zack de La Rocha. Avec l'arrivée de Tim Commerford et Brad Wilk, le groupe va marquer les années 1990 jusqu'à sa dissolution en 2000. Le groupe se reforme en janvier 2007 pour le festival de Coachella.

Le groupe se caractérise principalement par la rythmique des paroles signées de La Rocha, les effets de guitare de Morello et les prises de position politique dans et en-dehors de la sphère musicale (contre le racisme, le capitalisme et la mondialisation). Plutôt orienté vers l’extrême gauche, RATM est connu pour ses nombreuses revendications et son appui à différents mouvements de revendication sociaux et musicaux.". Et quelques clips pour vous faire découvrir.

This time the bullet cold rocked ya
A yellow ribbon instead of a swastika
Nothin' proper about ya propaganda
Fools follow rules when the set commands ya
Said it was blue
When ya blood was red
That's how ya got a bullet blasted through ya head

Blasted through ya head
Blasted through ya head

I give a shout out to the living dead
Who stood and watched as the feds cold centralised?
So serene on the screen
You was mesmerised
Cellular phones soundin' a death tone
Corporations cold
Turn ya to stone before ya realise

They load the clip in omnicolour
Said they pack the 9, they fire it at prime time
The sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz
And mutha fuckas lost their minds

Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
Yeah
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
Run it!

(Guitar solo)

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

Check-a, check-a, check it out
They load the clip in omnicolour
Said they pack the 9, they fire it at prime time
The sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz
And mutha fuckas lost their minds

No escape from the mass mind rape
Play it again jack and then rewind the tape
And then play it again and again and again
Until ya mind is locked in
Believin' all the lies that they're tellin' ya
Buyin' all the products that they're sellin' ya
They say jump and ya say how high
Ya brain-dead
Ya gotta fuckin' bullet in ya head

Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
Yeah
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high

Uggh! Yeah! Yea!

Ya standin' in line
Believin' the lies
Ya bowin' down to the flag
Ya gotta bullet in ya head

Ya standin' in line
Believin' the lies
Ya bowin' down to the flag
Ya gotta bullet in ya head

A bullet in ya head (8 times, building to a shout)
A bullet in ya head (7 times, shouted/screamed)
Ya gotta bullet in ya fuckin' head!
Yeah!
Yeah! (Sustained to end of drum roll)

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