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
Ra ra ra ra ra
ra ra ra ra ra
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
Ra ra ra ra ra
ra ra ra ra ra
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 xuck are you
Where the xuck are you
where the xuck 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
Ra ra ra ra ra
ra ra ra ra ra
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 xuck are you
where the xuck 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

Chop Suey

Wake up
grab a brush
And put a little
makeup
Hide the scars
to fade away
The shakeup
why'd you leave
The keys
upon the table?
Here you go create
another fable
You wanted to
grab a brush
And put a little
makeup
You wanted to
hide the scars
To fade away
the shakeup
You wanted to
why'd you leave
The keys
upon the table?
You wanted to
I don't think
You trust
in my self
Righteous suicide
I cry
When angels
deserve to die

Wake up
grab a brush
And put a little
makeup
Hide the scars
to fade away
Why'd you leave the
keys upon the table?
Here you go create
another fable
You wanted to
grab a brush
And put a little
makeup
You wanted to
hide the scars
To fade away
the shakeup
You wanted to
why'd you leave
The keys
upon the table?
You wanted to
I don't think
You trust
in my self righteous
Suicide
I cry when angels
Deserve to die
in my self righteous
Suicide
I cry when angels
Deserve
to die

Father father
father father
Father
into your hands
I commend
my spirit
Father
into your hands
Why have you
forsaken me
In your eyes
forsaken me
In your thoughts
forsaken me
In your heart
forsaken me oh
Trust in my self
righteous suicide
I cry when angels
deserve to die
In my self righteous
suicide
I cry when angels
deserve to die