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B.Y.O.B

Why do they always send the poor
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
Everybody's going to the party have a real good time
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine
Kneeling roses disappearing into
Moses' dry mouth
Breaking into Fort Knox stealing
Our intentions
Hangers sitting dripped in oil
Crying freedom
Handed to obsoletion
Still you feed us lies from the tablecloth
Everybody's going to the party have a real good time
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine
Everybody's going to the party have a real good time
Dancing in the desert blowing 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' dry mouth
Breaking into Fort Knox stealing
Our intentions
Hangers sitting dripped in oil
Crying freedom
Handed to obsoletion,
Still you feed us lies from the tablecloth
Everybody's going to the party have a real good time
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine
Everybody's going to the party have a real good time
Dancing in the desert blowing 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?
They always send the poor
They always send the poor


Revenga

Poisoning a drink
Bleeding in a sink
Choking with a link
Killing with a stink
Just your mother’s
HO
Bleeding in a sink
Poisoning a drink
Burning up
My sweet Clementine
Trampling a shrink
Bleeding in a sink
Halleluiah wink
Getting on the brink
Just your mother’s
HO
Halleluiah wink
Murdering a shrink
Burning up
Oh my sweet revenge
Will be yours for the taking
It’s in the making baby
My sweet revenge
Will be yours for the taking
It’s in the making baby
Killing with a stink
Bleeding in a sink
Poisoning a drink
Getting on the brink
Just your mother’s HO
Bleeding in a sink
Trampling a shrink
Burning up
My sweet Clementine
Poisoning a drink
Bleeding in a sink
hoking with a link
Killing with a stink
Just your mother’s HO
Poisoning a drink
Bleeding in a sink
Burning up
My sweet revenge
Will be yours for the taking
It’s in the making baby
My sweet revenge
Will be yours for the taking
It’s in the making baby
I saw her laugh
Then she said, “Go away”
I saw her laugh
Then she said, then she said,
“Go away, away”
My sweet revenge
Will be yours for the taking
It’s in the making baby
My sweet revenge
Will be yours it’s in the making
It’s in the taking, making, baking, taking, faking
HO
My sweet Clementine
HO


Cigaro

My cock is much bigger than yours,
my cock can walk right through the door
With a feeling so pure..
it's got you screaming for more.
Cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
CIGARO CIGARO CIGARO
Cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
CIGARO CIGARO CIGARO
My shit stinks much better than yours,
my stinks right down through the floor.
With a feeling so pure,
it's got you coming back for more.
Cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
CIGARO CIGARO CIGARO
Cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
CIGARO CIGARO CIGARO
Cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
CIGARO CIGARO CIGARO
Cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
CIGARO CIGARO CIGARO
Can't you see that I love my cock?
Can't you see that you love my cock?
Can't you see that we love my cock?
We're the regulators that de-regulate
We're the animators that de-animate
We're the propagators of all genocide
burning through the world's resources, then we turn and hide
Cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
CIGARO CIGARO CIGARO
Cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
CIGARO CIGARO CIGARO
We're the regulators that de-regulate
We're the animators that de-animate
Cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
CIGARO CIGARO CIGARO
Cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
CIGARO CIGARO CIGARO
My cock is much bigger than yours,
my cock can walk right through the door
With a feeling so pure..
it's got you screaming back for more!


Lost in Hollywood

I'll wait here,
You're crazy,
Those viscious streets are filled with strays,
You should have never gone to Hollywood.
They find you,
Two time you,
Say your the best they've ever seen,
You should have never trusted Hollywood.
I wrote you,
And told you,
You were the biggest fish out here,
You should have never gone to Hollywood.
They take you,
And make you,
They look at you in disgusting ways,
You should never trusted Hollywood.
[Serj moans now]
I was standing on the wall,
Feeling ten feet tall,
All you maggots smoking fags on Santa Monica Boulevard,
This is my front page,
This is my new age,
All you bitches put your hands in the air and wave them like you just don't care.
All you maggots smoking fags on Sunset Boulevard.
All you bitches put your hands in the air and wave them like you just don't care.
Phoney people come to play,
Look at all of them beg to stay,
Phoney people come to pray.
[Serj and Daron Harmonize]
Phoney people come to pray.
All you maggots smoking fags on Santa Monica Boulevard,
All you maggots smoking fags out there on Sunset Boulevard.
All you maggots smoking fags on Hollywood Boulevard.
You should have never trusted Hollywood.
You should have never gone to Hollywood.
All you bitches put your hands in the air and wave them like you just don't care.
You should have never trusted Hollywood.








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