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 Lalalalala... lalala fu 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 Lalalalala... lalala fu 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 Lalalalala... lalala fu 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