wednesday lyric

i know i missed it.

When life gives you the ridiculous... make ridicule!

pharyngula comment. awesome.

Song and album both have exclamation points.

System of a Down
Steal This Album!
Boom!

I'm walking through your streets
Where all your money's earning
Where all your buildings crying
And clueless neckties working
Revolving fake lawn houses
Housing all your fears
Desensitized by T.V.

Overbearing advertising
God of consumers
And all your crooked pictures looking good
Mirrors filtering information through the public eye
Designed for profit sharing
Your neighbor, what a guy

Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom,
Every time you drop a bomb
You kill the god your child has born
Boom, Boom, Boom,

Modern globalization
Coupled with condemnations
Unnecessary death
Matador corporations
Puppeting your frustrations with a blinded flag
Manufacturing consent is the name of the game
The bottom line is money nobody gives a fuck

4000 hungry children
Leave us per hour from starvation
While billions are spent on bombs
Creating death showers

Boom, Boom, Boom,
Every time you drop a bomb
You kill the god your child has born

Boom, Boom, Boom,
Every time you drop a bomb
You kill the god your child has born

Boom, Boom, Boom,
Every time you drop a bomb
You kill the god your child has born

Why must we kill our own child?

Boom, Boom, Boom,
Every time you drop a bomb
You kill the god your child has born

Boom, Boom, Boom,
Every time you drop a bomb
You kill the god your child has born

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Every time you drop the bomb

This song is about as good a song as has ever been written for when you're driving, and you're pissed, and somewhere deep inside you know you can't drive like a retard and put every limb on the fucking road in danger, but you so want to, you want them all mutilated, all the fucking idiots who wreck the world, but you know it's not really that asshole in a celica who thinks they're michael schumacher, or that shitbag driving the suburban like it's a tower from which she views her kingdom between makeup-application and phone sessions...this is the song to sing. Try not to slam the shit out of your steering wheel and scream BOOM!

I know I can't. Can't not. What? It's late.