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 tablecloth
La LA La La La La La La hoooo!
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 in the Fort Knox stealing
Our intentions
Hangars sitting dripped in oil
Crying freedom
Handed through obsoletion
Still you feed us lies from the tablecloth
La La La La La LA La La hoooo!
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 are all living 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 in the Fort Knox stealing
Our intentions
Hangars sitting dripped in oil
Crying freedom
Handed through obsoletion,
Still you feed us lies from the tablecloth
La La La La La La La Lalala hooo!
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 alwyas send the poor?
They always send the poor
They always send the poor