최근 뉴욕 타임즈에서 '여타 밴드 보다 몇 광년을 앞선 밴드'라는 평을 받고 있으며 많은 매니아의 기다림을 자아냈던 시스템 오브 어 다운의 대망의 신보 그 어느 때 보다 더욱 복잡하고, 더욱 진보적이고, 더욱 오소독스하며 더욱 실험적인 사운드를 선보이는 이번 앨범에는 미리 공개된 스트리트 싱글 <CIGARO>와 첫 싱글 <B.Y.O.B.> 등 11곡을 신곡을 담고 있다. 특히, 첫 싱글은 온게임넷 스카이 프로리그 2005 타이틀 롤의 배경음악으로 쓰이며 많은 국내 게임 팬들의 찾는 음악으로 급부상 중이다. SERJ의 독창적인 보컬을 받치는 탄탄한 사운드와 정치적 메시지가 여전히 빛나는 이번 앨범에 이어 6개월 후 연작 성격의 신보 [HYPNOTIZE]가 발매될 예정이다. .... ....
Why do they always send the poor Barbarisms by Barbara With pointed heels Victorious victories 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 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 Hangers 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 Hangers 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 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
My cock is much bigger than yours My cock can walk right through the door With a feeling so pure It's got you screaming back for more. cool, in denial We're the cruel regulators smoking CIGARO CIGARO CIGARO cool, in denial We're the cruel regulators smoking CIGARO CIGARO CIGARO My shit stinks much better than yours, My shit stinks right back through the floor. With a feeling so pure, It's got you coming back for more. cool, in denial We're the cruel regulators smoking CIGARO CIGARO CIGARO cool, in denial We're the cruel regulators smoking CIGARO CIGARO CIGARO cool, in denial We're the cruel regulators smoking CIGARO CIGARO CIGARO cool, in denial We're the cruel regulators smoking CIGARO CIGARO CIGARO Can't you see that I love my cock? Can't you see that you love my cock? Can't you see that we love my cock? We're the regulators that de-regulate We're the animators that de-animate We're the propagators of all genocide Burning through the world's resources, then we turn and hide cool, in denial We're the cruel regulators smoking CIGARO CIGARO CIGARO cool, in denial We're the cruel regulators smoking CIGARO CIGARO CIGARO We're the regulators that de-regulate We're the animators that de-animate cool, in denial We're the cruel regulators smoking CIGARO CIGARO CIGARO cool, in denial We're the cruel regulators smoking CIGARO CIGARO CIGARO My cock is much bigger than yours, My cock can walk right through the door With a feeling so pure It's got you screaming back for more!
There's nothing wrong with me There's something wrong with you There's something wrong with me I hope your stepson doesn't eat the fish When we're crying for our next fix
There's nothing wrong with me There's something wrong with you There's something wrong with me I hope your stepson doesn't eat the fish When we're crying for our next fix
Killers never hurt feelings Killers never hurt feelings Killers never hurt feelings
Gonorrhea gorgonzola Gonorrhea gorgonzola Single files of clean feedings
I can't see your soul soul through your eyes The crying walls of sliding architecture Kidnapped by the likes of pure conjecture Upholstery loving men all dwelling in the wells Kidnapped by the likes of pure conjecture
Killers never hurt feelings Killers never hurt feelings Killers never hurt feelings
Gonorrhea gorgonzola Gonorrhea gorgonzola Single files of clean feedings
There's nothing wrong with me There's something wrong with you Wrong with you and I When we're crying for our next fix
There's nothing wrong with me There's something wrong with you Wrong with you and I When we're crying for our next fix
Killers never hurt feelings Killers never hurt feelings Killers never hurt feelings
Gonorrhea gorgonzola Gonorrhea gorgonzola Single files of clean feedings Single files of clean feedings
There's nothing wrong with me There's something wrong with you There's something wrong with me I hope your stepson doesn't eat the fish There's nothing wrong with me There's something wrong with you
There's nothing wrong with me There's something wrong with you There's something wrong with me I hope your stepson doesn't eat the fish There's nothing wrong with me There's something wrong with you Don't eat the fish
Sweet berries waiting for two, Ghosts are no different than you, Ghosts are now waiting for you, Are you? Sweet berries waiting for two, Ghosts are no different than you, Ghosts are now waiting for you, Are you, dreaming, Dreaming the night, Dreaming alright,
Do we, do we know, When we fly... When we, when we go, Do we DIE???
Sweet berries waiting for two, Ghosts are no different than you, Ghosts are now waiting for you, Are you? Sweet berries waiting for two, Ghosts are no different than you, Ghosts are now waiting for you, Are you, dreaming, Dreaming the night, Dreaming alright,
Do we, do we know, When we fly... When we, when we go, Do we DIE?
Conquest to the lover And your love to the fire Permanence unfolding in the absolute Forgiveness is the ultimate sacrifice Eloquence belongs to the conqueror
The pictures of time and space are rearranged In this little piece of typical tragedy Justified candy Brandy for the nerves Eloquence belongs to the conqueror
You and me We'll all go down in history With a sad Statue of Liberty And a generation that didn't agree
You and me We'll all go down in history With a sad Statue of Liberty And a generation that didn't agree
I forgot to I forgot to let you know that Justified candy Brandy for the nerves Eloquence belongs to the conqueror
Conquest to the lover And your love to the fire Permanence unfolding in the absolute Forgiveness is the ultimate sacrifice Eloquence belongs to the conqueror
You and me We'll all go down in history With a sad Statue of Liberty And a generation that didn't agree
You and me We'll all go down in history With a sad Statue of Liberty And a generation that didn't agree Generation
What is in us that turns a deaf ear to the cries of human suffering Suffering, suffering now Woah, suffering now
You and me We'll all go down in history With a sad Statue of Liberty And a generation that didn't agree
You and me We'll all go down in history With a sad Statue of Liberty And a generation that didn't agree Generation
Old school, Hollywood, Baseball, Old school Hollywood baseball,
Tony Danza cuts in line, Old school Hollywood, Washed up Hollywood, Standing in the sun, I'm wasting my time, Old school Hollywood, Washed up Hollywood,
Old school Hollywood baseball, Jack Gilardi's ten feet tall, Old school Hollywood baseball, Me and Frankie Avalon...,
Old school Hollywood, Washed up Hollywood,
Hey man don't you touch my belt, Old school Hollywood, Washed up Hollywood, Standing in the sun, I'm about to melt, Old school Hollywood, Washed up Hollywood,
Old school Hollywood baseball, Jack Gilardi's ten feet tall, Old school Hollywood baseball, Me and Frankie Avalon...,
Old school Hollywood, Washed up Hollywood, Old school Hollywood, Washed up Hollywood,
Old school Hollywood baseball, Old school Hollywood baseball, Old school Hollywood baseball, Old school Hollywood baseball, Old school Hollywood baseball, Old school Hollywood baseball,
Old school Hollywood baseball, Jack Gilardi's ten feet tall, Old school Hollywood baseball, Me and Frankie Avalon...,
Old school Hollywood, Washed up Hollywood, Old school Hollywood, Washed up Hollywood, Old school Hollywood, Washed up Hollywood, Old school Hollywood, Washed up Hollywood...
I'll wait here, You're crazy, Those viscious streets are filled with strays, You should have never gone to Hollywood.
They find you, Two time you, Say you're the best they've ever seen, You should have never trusted Hollywood.
I wrote you, And told you, You were the biggest fish out here, You should have never gone to Hollywood.
They take you, And make you, They look at you in disgusting ways, You should have never trusted Hollywood.
[Serj moans now]
I was standing on the wall, Feeling ten feet tall, All you maggots smoking fags on Santa Monica Boulevard, This is my front page, This is my new age, All you bitches put your hands in the air and wave them like you just don't care.
All you maggots smoking fags out there on Sunset Boulevard.
All you bitches put your hands in the air and wave them like you just don't care.
Phoney people come to play, Look at all of them beg to stay, Phoney people come to pray.
[The lines in the letter said 'We have gone to Hackensack']
Look at all of them beg to stay, Phoney people come to pray.
All you maggots smoking fags on Santa Monica Boulevard, All you maggots smoking fags out there on Sunset Boulevard.
All you maggots smoking fags out there on Hollywood Boulevard.
You should have never trusted Hollywood. You should have never gone to Hollywood.
All you bitches put your hands in the air and wave them like you just don't care.