• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Ghetto Blaster - Rod Stewart
• Ghettoblaster - Voodoo Glow Skulls
• Ghettoblaster - Impaled Nazarene
• Ghetto Blaster - Hoods
• Ghetto Blaster - Street Sweeper Social Club
• Ghetto Blaster - One-21
• Ghettoblaster - Simon Joyner

This song ain't meant to be pretty
It ain't meant to make you dance
There's so many unsolved problems
Too many empty, angry hands
A little child in Ethiopia
Will die before this song is through
Poor eyes have only seen sadness
Oh God, show us what to do
I'm not preaching, I'm just singing
Trying to get a message through
I'm not crazy, I think maybe
The answers with me and you
Here they come
Take us to your leader
Take us to your leader
Think about it
A billion dollars on the arms race
Billions floating 'round in space
OPEC's counting out it's money
Hunger stares us in the face
The battlefield is little children
Caught in a cross, fire of hate
How can we call ourselves Christians?
How can we turn the other way?
I'm not preaching, I'm just singing
Trying to get a message through
I'm not crazy, I think maybe
The answers with me and you
Here they come
Take us to your leader
Listen to what they're sayin'
Take us to your leader
Think about it
Nostradamus gave us warning
You will never walk away
One neutron bomb in the morning
May just ruin your whole day
I'm not preaching, I'm just singing
Trying to get a message through
I'm not crazy, I think maybe
The answers with me and you
Here they come
Take us to your leader
Listen to what they're sayin'
Take us to your leader
Yeah
Take us to your leader
[Incomprehensible]
Take us to your leader

"Come with Uncle and hear all proper,
Hear angel trumpets and devil trombones.
You are invited."
Out of my system, onto your streets.
We're bringin' a dose of reality.
Lower the chaos, set it free,
Isn't it the way it's supposed to be?
Many try to label me,
But there's no possibility.
Got to turn it up,
And we'll bring it down.
Got to turn it up.
Noise pollution is all I see,
Infected airwaves, they plague me.
Mass hysteria, no mass history.
What do we get? No quality.
Blast the system. (Ghettoblaster!)
Blast the system. (Ghettoblaster!)
Blast the system. (Ghettoblaster!)
Blast the system. (Ghettoblaster!)
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Buying and selling musical commodities.
Give them enough rope and they'd hang me.
Under the radar from your reality,
This one's for the people keeping ears to the street.
Got to turn it up,
Then we'll bring it down.
Got to turn it up.
And we'll bring it down.
Blast the system. (Ghettoblaster!)
Blast the system. (Ghettoblaster!)
Blast the system. (Ghettoblaster!)
Blast the system. (Ghettoblaster!)
Blast the system. (Ghettoblaster!)
Blast the system. (Ghettoblaster!)

Firestorm - genocide
Kill them all before they kill you
Radiation - overkill
Apocalyptic truth of the year one (666)
CHORUS 1:
Ghettoblaster, megatron, kill!
Firepower - final war
Heading for the infernal reign
Raining blood - mushroom clouds
Rats, insects, vomit and agony
CHORUS 2:
Ghettoblaster, nervegas, kill!
BRIDGE:
Kill, fucking kill!
Make them fucking die
Kill, fucking kill
No mercy for scum
BRIDGE
Overrule - with terror and pain
As history turns the new page
666 - the year of hate
The year scum will be blown away
CHORUS 3:

Look into your eyes
I see right through it's all lies
Revenge is all i seek
You'll never walk aside
All your tricks and all your games
Are coming to an end
I'll do this to your weak
MY GOD IS PAIN
As I walk through the valley of death
I fear no one because everyone's dead
I chose this knife, it's all i need by my side
MY GOD IS PAIN
This earth is hell - submit to the pain
Salvation at the end of a knife
Your fucking god lied to you, you're all alone
Submit to the rest follow the pack and give in - Bastards!
The bastards cause is self destruct - all alone
Will you die on your feet?
Look into your eyes - I see right through
It's all lies - revenge is all i seek
MY GOD IS PAIN - MY GOD IS PAIN
As i walk through the valley of death
I fear no one because everyone's dead
I trust this knife - it's all i need by my side

[Boots Riley:]
Listen to the, shotgun sonata from personas non grata
With a plot to rock harder than the secta intafada
I do, drink firewater but I'm more like Hiawatha
And will slaughter, slaughter, slaughter, your armada
Inform your scholars that our alma mater's squalor
So my squad'll pull your collar at your black-and-white gala
We're canon fodder for dollars both under Bush and Obama
I'm not a baller I'm a brawler callin y'all to come harder
[Chorus:]
And I'm a Ghetto Blaster
Cause I'm a Ghetto Blaster
See I'm a Ghetto Blaster
I'm a ghetto, I'm a ghetto, I'm a ghetto, I'm a Ghetto Blaster!
[Boots Riley:]
I'm from the land o' the free labor that planted the plan of the
Black-and-branded to scram it over to Canada
A fan of radical bandits and bandanas
Who slammed in the banana clip and rat-a-tat-tat-tatted-a
They spat the grammar to scam y'all to clamor up
The damn ladder to grab for Excalibur
Not a rap battler, but the next calibre
Catch the program and not just my pentameter
[Chorus]
[Interlude:]
PULL THE TRIGGER!
C'mon and help me out!
Said help me out!
Need y'all to help me out!
C'mon and help me out!
Help me out!
C'mon and help me out!
Need y'all to help me out!
Help me out!
[Boots Riley:]
Cause I'm a Ghetto Blaster
Yeah I'm a Ghetto Blaster
I'm a Ghetto Blaster
I'm a ghetto, I'm a ghetto, I'm a ghetto, I'm a Ghetto Blaster!
I'm a Ghetto Blaster [x3]

We have become tough and hard inside
Our eyes have lost their innocence
Our tears are dry!
Uno Viente Uno (One-20-1)
Blast the ghetto now!
Get us out of this place!
Give us a home that is new!
These tents are tattered and they are torn
What will keep us warm?
Death, well he's among us can we hide from him?
He's been here since the fall
wow what are we gonna do?
WEll the cold is moving in and
He's about to begin Death, well he's upon us
Find a place to hide
Fall's moved on but he's still here
Que Vamos Hacer!
I heard a story of Big houses on the hill
Where the warmth and the light of the sun never fade away
And death he's non-existent
He can't find us there
Sadness and worry they can't find us there

[spoken] ok
The moon is fat and lazy.
Me, I'm just down and out.
The streets are ??? and crazy with shoppers speedin'
about.
And horses draggin' tourists around the neighborhood.
Those damned kids' ghetto blasters are destroyin' the
mood.
The feeling found by using their imagination.
Imagination
Imagination
Imagination, ain't it beautiful, man?
I wandered into a hall, a back door.
I sit in the corner and watch sweat dance on the floor.
The band breaks my heart, the music barks at my chest,
I want to touch somebody but all I've got are
cigarettes.
I need a light if I'm gonna fight resignation.
Resignation
Resignation
Resignation, ain't it sensible, man?
Sometimes I get the feeling and it's creeping up,
precious.
The past comes back to get ya like a face-masked
rapist.
But you want to put a bullet or a foot in your mouth,
You're still trying to blow your brains out.
So I'm leaving.
'Cause I can't stand the feeling, hesitation.
Hesitation
Hesitation
Hesitation, run for your life if you can.
I'm the beautiful lost loser with a chip in his mouth.
But I'm too lowly to scrape, dig or spit it out.
They say you better diet, brush and floss and exercise,
but plaque or no plaque, we're all gonna die.
And weeble-wobbles don't fall down,
they just get kicked around waiting for...
Waiting for jubilation.
Jubilation
Jubilation
Jubilation
Jubilation
Jubilation, but me I'm just down and out.
Jubilation, but me I'm just down and out.
Just down and out.