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Rage Against The Machine: Bulls On Parade
Off of: Evil Empire
My name is D-Nut but the person who actually transcribed this was Jeff
Perrin. But I have a lot of music and will send it to you if I have it.
My e-mail address is: R.LECLERC@worldnet.att.net
Tune down 1/2 step
Riff 1
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Riff 2
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-4--4--X-X--4--4--X-X-X-X-X-X-
-2--2--X-X--2--2--X-X-X-X-X-X-
Riff 3
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-0---2--------------0--2---------2---0----0---1-
Riff 4
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The solo is real fucked up. What you do is slide the pick and your
fingers up and down the fourth string. Changes in pitch are the result
of the hand slowing down and speeding.It's kind of like scratching a
record.
That's it, just those four riffs. Pretty simple huh. Just listen to the
song for the beat and the order of all the riffs.
Quit it now
The microphone explodes shattering the molds
Either drop the hits like de la o or get the fuck off the comode
Wit tha sure shot
Sure to make the bodies drop drop and don't copy
Yo don't call this a co-op
Terror rains drenchin' quenchin' the thirst of the power dons
That five-sided fist a-gon
Tha rotten sore on the face of Mother Earth gets bigger
The trigger's cold empty ya purse
Rally round the family with a pocket full of shells X4
Weapons no food not homes not shoes not need just feed the war cannibal
animal I
Walk tha corner to the rubble that used to be a library line up to the
mind cemetary now
What we don't know keeps the contracts alive and movin
They don't gotta burn the books they just remove 'em
While arms warehouses fill as quick as the cells
Rally round the family
Pocket full of shells
Rally round the family with a pocket full of shells X4
Bulls on parade (a bunch of times)
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