Lyrics of B.y.o.b.

Why do they always send the poor? barbarisms by barbara with pointed heels
victorious victories kneel for brand new spanking deals
marching forward hypo critic and hypnotic computers
you depend on our protection, yet you feed us lies from the tablecloth everybody is 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 is going to the party have a real good time
dancing in the desert, blowing up the sunshine
everybody is 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 is going to the party have a real good time
dancing in the desert, blowing up the sunshine
everybody is going to the party have a real good time
dancing in the desert, blowing up the sunshine 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