Rage Against The Machine (sometimes shortened to Rage or RATM) is an American rock band noted both for its diligent political conscience and for its blend of hard rock and rap. By the time point of the band's break-up in 2000, Rage Against the Machine had become one of the most popular political hard rock bands of all time, and certainly of the 1990s. Following the break-up of the band, Tom Morello, Tim Commerford, and Brad Wilk formed Audioslavewith singer Chris Cornell, formerly of Soundgarden, which had recently disbanded. Rage Against the Machine is now at least temporarily reunited for a series of concerts. Rage Against the Machine drew inspiration from early metallic instrumentation, as well as rap acts such as Public Enemy, and Afrika Bambaataa.
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Ghost Of Tom Joad Lyrics

Rage Against The Machine

Men walkin long the railroad tracks
Goin some place, theres no goin back
Highway patrol choppers comin up over the ridge
Hot soup on a campfire under the bridge
Shelter line stretchin round the corner
Welcome to the new world order
Families sieepin in their cars in the southwest
No home, no job, no peace, no rest
The highway is alive tonight
But nobodys kiddin nobody about where it goes
Im sitting down here in the campfire light
Searchin for the ghost of tom joad
He pulls prayer book out of his sleepin bag
Preacher lights up a butt and takes a drag
Waitin for when the last shall be first and the first shall be last
In a cardboard box neath the underpass
Got a one way ticket to the promised land
You got a hole in your belly and a gun in your hand
Sleeping on a pillow of solid rock
Bathing in the city aqueduct
The highway is alive tonight
But where its headed everybody knows
Im sittin down here in the campfire light
Waitin on the ghost of tom joad
Now tom said, mom, wherever theres a cop beatin a guy
Wherever a hungry new born baby cries
Where theres a fight gainst the blood and hatred in the air
Look for me mom Ill be there
Wherever theres somebody fightin for a piace to stand
Or decent job or a helpin hand
Wherever somebodys strugglin to be free
Look in their eyes mom youll see me.
The highway is alive tonight
But nobodys kiddin nobody about where it goes
Im sitting down here in the campfire light
Searchin for the ghost of tom joad