System of a Down - B.Y.O.B Lyrics

WHY DO THEY ALWAYS SEND THE POOR?

Barbarisms by Barbaras with pointed heels.
Victorious, victorious, kneel.
For brand new spankin' deals.
Marching forward hypocritic
and hypnotic computers.
You depend on our protection,

Yet you feed us lies from the table cloth.
la la la la la la la la la,
Everybody
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