| Song | Maximum Firepower |
| Artist | Tom Morello |
| Album | One Man Revolution |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Morello | |
| This one's for the shoeshine boy | |
| And the farmer in debt | |
| Each string is barbed wire | |
| Each chord is a threat | |
| This blues guy | |
| I met That never had a hit | |
| Said you don't gotta be loud, son | |
| To be heavy as shit | |
| Well I'm the triggerman, baby | |
| And tonight | |
| I'll prove | |
| That this machine here | |
| Well it kills fascists too | |
| And don't be surprised | |
| If the sermon on the mount | |
| Next time is delivered | |
| In a little coffee house ' | |
| Cause somebody here's | |
| Gotta let them know | |
| I doubt it's me | |
| But here I go | |
| I hit the button | |
| Tape started to roll | |
| The song's got fire | |
| But it's got no soul | |
| There's a lonely stretch of blacktop | |
| Between here and home | |
| Drop down into the valley | |
| Piano playin' in the living room | |
| And when you see the white barn | |
| You'll know the journey's through | |
| My dog's barking in the backseat ' | |
| Cause he knows it too | |
| You'll need a fake passport | |
| And fix your disguise | |
| And don't fire, sugar | |
| Til you see the whites of their eyes | |
| I turned the other cheek | |
| But now I'm through | |
| The skin you're in | |
| Makes choices for you | |
| I was checking off names | |
| And I came late to dinner | |
| Seems the slices of pie | |
| Keep getting thinner and thinner | |
| Brothers and sisters | |
| Rejoice and repent | |
| The landlord's dead | |
| You can keep the rent | |
| You got twelve fine friends | |
| But one of 'em's rotten | |
| There's a hole out back | |
| Ain't got no bottom | |
| Forty days in the wilderness | |
| Forty sleepless nights | |
| I'm confused, half blind | |
| And sure I'm right | |
| There's a lonely stretch of blacktop | |
| Between here and home | |
| Drop down into the valley | |
| Piano playin' in the living room | |
| And when you see the white barn | |
| You'll know the journey's through | |
| My dog's barking in the backseat ' | |
| Cause he knows it too | |
| Officer please | |
| I won't be long | |
| Called the radio station | |
| Requested this song | |
| I had my doubts | |
| About what | |
| I knew So | |
| I turned it up | |
| Then it sounded true | |
| Kiss the ring | |
| If the Queen will let you | |
| But come over the fence | |
| And the dogs will get you | |
| On a rope hung the traitor | |
| On a hook hung the meat | |
| You and me are missing persons | |
| Til we're counted in the streets | |
| So seize the time | |
| And storm the tower | |
| And come correct | |
| Maximum Firepower... | |
| With Maximum | |
| Firepower | |
| For the sins of the fathers | |
| The son he must pay | |
| The Nightwatchman giveth | |
| And he taketh away | |
| Thought hard about this next line | |
| Pretty sure it's true | |
| If you take a step towards freedom | |
| It'll take two steps towards you | |
| So mister | |
| I ain't scared | |
| And mister | |
| I ain't worried ' | |
| Cause on that lonely stretch of blacktop | |
| I sit as judge and jury | |
| There's a lonely stretch of blacktop | |
| Between here and home | |
| Drop down into the valley | |
| Piano playin' in the living room | |
| And when you see the white barn | |
| You know the journey's through | |
| My dog's barking in the backseat ' | |
| Cause he knows it too | |
| The clock strikes the hour | |
| Tonight we ride | |
| You've got three more seconds | |
| To choose sides |
| zuo qu : Morello | |
| This one' s for the shoeshine boy | |
| And the farmer in debt | |
| Each string is barbed wire | |
| Each chord is a threat | |
| This blues guy | |
| I met That never had a hit | |
| Said you don' t gotta be loud, son | |
| To be heavy as shit | |
| Well I' m the triggerman, baby | |
| And tonight | |
| I' ll prove | |
| That this machine here | |
| Well it kills fascists too | |
| And don' t be surprised | |
| If the sermon on the mount | |
| Next time is delivered | |
| In a little coffee house ' | |
| Cause somebody here' s | |
| Gotta let them know | |
| I doubt it' s me | |
| But here I go | |
| I hit the button | |
| Tape started to roll | |
| The song' s got fire | |
| But it' s got no soul | |
| There' s a lonely stretch of blacktop | |
| Between here and home | |
| Drop down into the valley | |
| Piano playin' in the living room | |
| And when you see the white barn | |
| You' ll know the journey' s through | |
| My dog' s barking in the backseat ' | |
| Cause he knows it too | |
| You' ll need a fake passport | |
| And fix your disguise | |
| And don' t fire, sugar | |
| Til you see the whites of their eyes | |
| I turned the other cheek | |
| But now I' m through | |
| The skin you' re in | |
| Makes choices for you | |
| I was checking off names | |
| And I came late to dinner | |
| Seems the slices of pie | |
| Keep getting thinner and thinner | |
| Brothers and sisters | |
| Rejoice and repent | |
| The landlord' s dead | |
| You can keep the rent | |
| You got twelve fine friends | |
| But one of ' em' s rotten | |
| There' s a hole out back | |
| Ain' t got no bottom | |
| Forty days in the wilderness | |
| Forty sleepless nights | |
| I' m confused, half blind | |
| And sure I' m right | |
| There' s a lonely stretch of blacktop | |
| Between here and home | |
| Drop down into the valley | |
| Piano playin' in the living room | |
| And when you see the white barn | |
| You' ll know the journey' s through | |
| My dog' s barking in the backseat ' | |
| Cause he knows it too | |
| Officer please | |
| I won' t be long | |
| Called the radio station | |
| Requested this song | |
| I had my doubts | |
| About what | |
| I knew So | |
| I turned it up | |
| Then it sounded true | |
| Kiss the ring | |
| If the Queen will let you | |
| But come over the fence | |
| And the dogs will get you | |
| On a rope hung the traitor | |
| On a hook hung the meat | |
| You and me are missing persons | |
| Til we' re counted in the streets | |
| So seize the time | |
| And storm the tower | |
| And come correct | |
| Maximum Firepower... | |
| With Maximum | |
| Firepower | |
| For the sins of the fathers | |
| The son he must pay | |
| The Nightwatchman giveth | |
| And he taketh away | |
| Thought hard about this next line | |
| Pretty sure it' s true | |
| If you take a step towards freedom | |
| It' ll take two steps towards you | |
| So mister | |
| I ain' t scared | |
| And mister | |
| I ain' t worried ' | |
| Cause on that lonely stretch of blacktop | |
| I sit as judge and jury | |
| There' s a lonely stretch of blacktop | |
| Between here and home | |
| Drop down into the valley | |
| Piano playin' in the living room | |
| And when you see the white barn | |
| You know the journey' s through | |
| My dog' s barking in the backseat ' | |
| Cause he knows it too | |
| The clock strikes the hour | |
| Tonight we ride | |
| You' ve got three more seconds | |
| To choose sides |
| zuò qǔ : Morello | |
| This one' s for the shoeshine boy | |
| And the farmer in debt | |
| Each string is barbed wire | |
| Each chord is a threat | |
| This blues guy | |
| I met That never had a hit | |
| Said you don' t gotta be loud, son | |
| To be heavy as shit | |
| Well I' m the triggerman, baby | |
| And tonight | |
| I' ll prove | |
| That this machine here | |
| Well it kills fascists too | |
| And don' t be surprised | |
| If the sermon on the mount | |
| Next time is delivered | |
| In a little coffee house ' | |
| Cause somebody here' s | |
| Gotta let them know | |
| I doubt it' s me | |
| But here I go | |
| I hit the button | |
| Tape started to roll | |
| The song' s got fire | |
| But it' s got no soul | |
| There' s a lonely stretch of blacktop | |
| Between here and home | |
| Drop down into the valley | |
| Piano playin' in the living room | |
| And when you see the white barn | |
| You' ll know the journey' s through | |
| My dog' s barking in the backseat ' | |
| Cause he knows it too | |
| You' ll need a fake passport | |
| And fix your disguise | |
| And don' t fire, sugar | |
| Til you see the whites of their eyes | |
| I turned the other cheek | |
| But now I' m through | |
| The skin you' re in | |
| Makes choices for you | |
| I was checking off names | |
| And I came late to dinner | |
| Seems the slices of pie | |
| Keep getting thinner and thinner | |
| Brothers and sisters | |
| Rejoice and repent | |
| The landlord' s dead | |
| You can keep the rent | |
| You got twelve fine friends | |
| But one of ' em' s rotten | |
| There' s a hole out back | |
| Ain' t got no bottom | |
| Forty days in the wilderness | |
| Forty sleepless nights | |
| I' m confused, half blind | |
| And sure I' m right | |
| There' s a lonely stretch of blacktop | |
| Between here and home | |
| Drop down into the valley | |
| Piano playin' in the living room | |
| And when you see the white barn | |
| You' ll know the journey' s through | |
| My dog' s barking in the backseat ' | |
| Cause he knows it too | |
| Officer please | |
| I won' t be long | |
| Called the radio station | |
| Requested this song | |
| I had my doubts | |
| About what | |
| I knew So | |
| I turned it up | |
| Then it sounded true | |
| Kiss the ring | |
| If the Queen will let you | |
| But come over the fence | |
| And the dogs will get you | |
| On a rope hung the traitor | |
| On a hook hung the meat | |
| You and me are missing persons | |
| Til we' re counted in the streets | |
| So seize the time | |
| And storm the tower | |
| And come correct | |
| Maximum Firepower... | |
| With Maximum | |
| Firepower | |
| For the sins of the fathers | |
| The son he must pay | |
| The Nightwatchman giveth | |
| And he taketh away | |
| Thought hard about this next line | |
| Pretty sure it' s true | |
| If you take a step towards freedom | |
| It' ll take two steps towards you | |
| So mister | |
| I ain' t scared | |
| And mister | |
| I ain' t worried ' | |
| Cause on that lonely stretch of blacktop | |
| I sit as judge and jury | |
| There' s a lonely stretch of blacktop | |
| Between here and home | |
| Drop down into the valley | |
| Piano playin' in the living room | |
| And when you see the white barn | |
| You know the journey' s through | |
| My dog' s barking in the backseat ' | |
| Cause he knows it too | |
| The clock strikes the hour | |
| Tonight we ride | |
| You' ve got three more seconds | |
| To choose sides |