B.Y.O.B.

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
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, ooh-ooh
Everybody's going to the party, have a real good time
Time
Dancing in the desert, blowing up the sunshine
Shine
Kneeling roses disappearing into Moses's dry mouth
Breaking into Fort Knox, stealing our intentions
Hangars ceiling dripped in oil, crying "Freedom"
Handed to obsoletion
Still you feed us lies from the tablecloth
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, ooh-ooh
Everybody's going to the party, have a real good time
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?
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?
Everybody's going to the party, have a real good time
Time
Dancing in the desert, blowing up the sunshine
Everybody's going to the party, have a real good time
Time
Dancing in the desert, blowing up the sunshine