I couldn't believe this was real Chorus So put your hands up in the sky C'mon and celebrate our love tonight Yea put your hands up right into mine '
Translation: Fear Factory. Hands Up.
clone their own I've been blown out of proportion or so it's been discussed I blow out physical portions and walk from settled dust Bring fear to your factory
shec?? really a girl Kick your ass Make your straight hair curl She got the soya beancurd And wonc?? give it up for free So donc?? mess with her factory
Come on, ma, can I borrow the keys? My generation is carpooling with doom and disease Buckle up, skipper, the new American Asterix You're riding shotty
But it's hard to judge from an angry throng Of hands stretched up in the air Vigilante people Takin' the law into their own hands The conscientious
And a bit on the side Is there anyone here Who can swear before God She has nothing to fear? She has nothing to hide? [They fight over the letter. Valjean rushes over to break up
before God She has nothing to fear? She has nothing to hide? [They fight over the letter. Valjean (M. Madeleine) rushes on to break up the squabble.] [
tell my baby's mommy Speakin of baby, There'll be a crateful of albums for my son to page through Thinkin daddy was a gun With a handful of heads that put me up
that they're alive. Crime pays, ask the bankers floating bonds to build cages for the inner-city's "idle-hands? instead of schools. Factories with fences
mild reform Sick of hand-me-downs We topple all the theories to the ground All real change Must come from below Our bosses must live in fear Of the factory
reform Sick of hand-me-downs We topple all the theories to the ground: All real change Must come from below Our bosses must live in fear Of the factory
city sound is so frightening Neolithic fear is such a motivating factory So fire it up Fire it up and the flesh be damned Fire it up Yeah, that's the
{Yo, what up? Got Christian and Dino in the house Fear Factory action Kick off this new joint here, for all my homies} Separating the true breeds My
the urine test - now this First the urine test - now this! Why do all the best technology advances Always wind up in the worst possible hands
that they're alive Crime pays Ask the bankers floating bonds To build cages For the inner city's 'idle hands' Instead of schools Factories with fences
raising the stakes Always aiming low We've got no conscience and we're gonna explode They're putting up a strip mall where the factory used to be We
C'mon, ma, can I borrow the keys? My generation is carpooling with doom and disease Buckle up, skipper The new american Asterix You're riding shotty with
