System Of A Down – B.Y.O.B.: Lyrics and Music Video
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System Of A Down: B.Y.O.B. Lyrics
Barbarisms by Barbaras, with pointed heels
Victorious victories kneel, for brand new spankin’ deals
Marching forward hypocritic and hypnotic computers
You depend on our protection, yet you feed us lies from the tablecloth
La-la-la-la la-la-la-la-la, ooh
Everybody’s going to the party have a real good time
Dancing in the desert, blowin’ up the sunshine
Kneeling roses disappearing into Moses’s dry mouth
Breaking into Wikipedia Fort Knox stealing our intentions
Hangers sitting dripped in oil, crying freedom
Handed to obsoletion, still you feed us lies from the tablecloth
La-la-la-la la-la-la-la-la, ooh
Everybody’s going to the party, have a real good time
Dancing in the desert, blowing up the sunshine
Well everybody’s going to the party have a real good time
Dancing in the desert, blowin’ up the sunshine
Blast off, it’s party time
And we don’t live in a fascist nation
Blast off, it’s party time
And where the fuck are you
Where the fuck are you
Where the fuck are you
Why don’t presidents fight the war
Why do they always send the poor
Why don’t presidents fight the war
Why do they always send the poor
Why do they always send the poor
Why do they always send the poor
Why do they always send the poor
Kneeling roses disappearing into Moses’s dry mouth
Breaking into Fort Knox stealing our intentions
Hangars sitting dripped in oil, crying freedom
Handed to obsoletion, still you feed us lies from the tablecloth
La-la-la-la la-la-la-la-la, ooh
Everybody’s going to the party have a real good time
Dancing in the desert, blowin’ up the sunshine
Well everybody’s going to the party have a real good time
Dancing in the desert, blowin’ up the sun-
Where the fuck are you
Where the fuck are you
Why don’t presidents fight the war
Why do they always send the poor
Why don’t presidents fight the war
Why do they always send the poor
Why do they always send the poor
Why do they always send the poor
Why, do, they always send the poor
Why, do, they always send the poor
Why, do, they always send the poor
They always send the poor
They always send the poor
Victorious victories kneel, for brand new spankin’ deals
Marching forward hypocritic and hypnotic computers
You depend on our protection, yet you feed us lies from the tablecloth
La-la-la-la la-la-la-la-la, ooh
Everybody’s going to the party have a real good time
Dancing in the desert, blowin’ up the sunshine
Kneeling roses disappearing into Moses’s dry mouth
Breaking into Wikipedia Fort Knox stealing our intentions
Hangers sitting dripped in oil, crying freedom
Handed to obsoletion, still you feed us lies from the tablecloth
La-la-la-la la-la-la-la-la, ooh
Everybody’s going to the party, have a real good time
Dancing in the desert, blowing up the sunshine
Well everybody’s going to the party have a real good time
Dancing in the desert, blowin’ up the sunshine
Blast off, it’s party time
And we don’t live in a fascist nation
Blast off, it’s party time
And where the fuck are you
Where the fuck are you
Where the fuck are you
Why don’t presidents fight the war
Why do they always send the poor
Why don’t presidents fight the war
Why do they always send the poor
Why do they always send the poor
Why do they always send the poor
Why do they always send the poor
Kneeling roses disappearing into Moses’s dry mouth
Breaking into Fort Knox stealing our intentions
Hangars sitting dripped in oil, crying freedom
Handed to obsoletion, still you feed us lies from the tablecloth
La-la-la-la la-la-la-la-la, ooh
Everybody’s going to the party have a real good time
Dancing in the desert, blowin’ up the sunshine
Well everybody’s going to the party have a real good time
Dancing in the desert, blowin’ up the sun-
Where the fuck are you
Where the fuck are you
Why don’t presidents fight the war
Why do they always send the poor
Why don’t presidents fight the war
Why do they always send the poor
Why do they always send the poor
Why do they always send the poor
Why, do, they always send the poor
Why, do, they always send the poor
Why, do, they always send the poor
They always send the poor
They always send the poor