System of a Down: Lyrics & Themes – B.Y.O.B, Bounce, Question!, Darts, Deer Dance

B.Y.O.B.

Barbarisms by Barbaras
With pointed heels.
Victorious, victorias, kneel.
For brand new spanking 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,
Hangars 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,
Hangars 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!

Bounce

Jump, bounce, down, up
I went out on a date,
With a girl, a bit late,
She had so many friends,
Gliding through many hands.
I brought my pogo stick,
Just to show her a trick,
She had so many friends,
Gliding through many hands.
Jump, pogo…
Bounce, pogo,
Down, pogo, up, pogo
Unannounced twister games,
All players with no names,
They lined up double quick,
But just one pogo stick,
Everyone gets to play,
Runaway, exposé,
It was so exotic,
But just one pogo stick.
Jump, pogo…
Bounce, pogo,
Down, pogo, up, pogo
Oh, I like to spread you out,
Touching whoever’s behind
Jump, pogo…
Bounce, pogo,
Down, pogo, up, pogo

Question!

Sweet berries ready for two, ghosts are no different than you.
Ghosts are now waiting for you.
Are you…
Sweet berries ready for two, ghosts are no different than you.
Ghosts are now waiting for you.
Are you…
Dreaming! Dreaming the night! Dreaming all right!
Do we! Do we know, when we FLY?
When we, when we go
Do we die?
Sweet berries ready for two, ghosts are no different than you.
Ghosts are now waiting for you.
Are you…
Sweet berries ready for two, ghosts are no different than you.
Ghosts are now waiting for you.
Are you…
Dreaming! Dreaming the night! Dreaming all right!
Do we! Do we know, when we FLY?
When we, when we go
Do we die?
LALALALALALLALAALALALALALAALALALALA
Do we, do we know
When we fly
When we, when we go
Do we die?

Darts

May I please
Remain in this space?
For darts screech
By my desires
May I please
Remain in this space?
For darts screech
By my desires

Art thou not human, man? (x8)
Not human, man, art thou

Life-threatening lifestyles
A hitman, a nun, lovers
Life-threatening lifestyles
A hitman, a nun, lovers
Art thou not human, man? (x8)
Not human, man, art thou

Clock, men
For they will fail
Fear not the gods that
Come from the sky
Long not for the one
Who’ve lost their way

Arise as did the Gods Ninti
Arise as did the Gods Ninti
Arise as did the Gods Ninti

Deer Dance

Round, round,
Circumventing circuses, lamenting in protest,
To visible police, presence-sponsored fear,
Battalions of riot police, with rubber bullet kisses,
Baton courtesy, service with a smile
Beyond the Staples Center you can see America,
With its tired, poor, avenging disgrace,
Peaceful, loving youth against the brutality of plastic existence.
Pushing little children, with their fully automatics,
They like to push the weak around, pushing little children,
With their fully automatics, they like to push the weak around.
Round, round, a rush of words,
Pleading to disperse, upon your naked walls, alive,
A political call, the fall guy accord,
We can’t afford to be neutral on a moving train,
Beyond the Staples Center you can see America,
With its tired, poor, avenging disgrace,
Peaceful, loving youth against the brutality of plastic existence.
Pushing little children, with their fully automatics,
They like to push the weak around,
Pushing little children, with their fully automatics,
They like to push the weak around.
Push them around,
A deer dance, invitation to peace,
War staring you in the face, dressed in black.
With a helmet, fierce,
Trained and appropriate for the malcontents,
For the disproportionate malcontents,
The little boy smiled, it’ll all be well,
The little boy smiled, it’ll all be well,
Pushing little children,
With their fully automatics,
They like to push the weak around,
Pushing little children,
With their fully automatics,
They like to push the weak around.
Pushing little children,
With their fully automatics,
They like to push the weak around,
Push the weak around,
Push the weak around,
Push the weak around,
They like to push the weak around.