Letra:B.Y.O.B

Composição:Daron Malakian e Serj Tankian

Banda:System of a Down

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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?

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

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Letra:Metro

Composição:Berlin

Banda: System of a Down

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I’m alone, sitting with my broken glass
My four walls follow me through my past
I was on a Paris train
I emerged in London rain
And you waiting there swimming through apologies

I remember searching for the perfect words
I was hoping you might change your mind
I remember the soldier standing next to me
Riding on the metro

I went smiling as you took my hand
So removed we spoke in France
You were passed as shallow word
The years have passed and still a hurt
You were passed as shallow word
Years have passed and still a hurt
I can see it now smiling as I pulled away…
sorry

I remember the letter wrinkled in my hand
“I’ll love you always” filled my eyes
I remember the night we walked along the Seine
Riding on the metro

I remember a feeling coming over me
The soldier turned, then walked away
Fuck you for loving me
Riding on the metro

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