Texty alba MEZMERIZE

4. února 2010 v 14:37 | Fajt Michal |  Texty
MEZMERIZE



1 SOLDIER SIDE - INTRO

Music by D. Malakian
Lyrics by D. Malakian

Welcome to the soldier side where there's no
one here but me. People all grow up to die.
There is no one here but me.



2 B.Y.O.B.

Music by D. Malakian
Lyrics by D. Malakian and S. Tankian

Why do they always send the poor
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
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
Hangers sitting dripped in oil
Crying freedom
Handed to obsolition
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
Hangers sitting dripped in oil
Crying freedom
Handed to obsolition,
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?
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


3 REVENGA

Music by D. Malakian
Lyrics by D. Malakian and S. Tankian

Poisoning a drink
Bleeding in a sink
Choking with a link
Killing with a stink
Just your mother's
HO
Bleeding in a sink
Poisoning a drink
Burning up
My sweet Clementine
Trampling a shrink
Bleeding in a sink
Halleluiah wink
Getting on the brink
Just your mother's
HO
Halleluiah wink
Murdering a shrink
Burning up
On my sweet revenge
Will be yours for the taking
It's in the making baby
My sweet revenge
Will be yours for the taking
It's in the making baby
Killing with a stink
Bleeding in a sink
Poisoning a drink
Getting on the brink
Just your mother's
HO
Bleeding in a sink
Trampling a shrink
Burning up
My sweet Clementine
Poisoning a drink
Bleeding in a sink
Choking with a link
Killing with a stink
Just your mother's
HO
Poisoning a drink
Bleeding in a sink
Burning up
My sweet revenge
Will be yours for the taking
It's in the making baby
My sweet revenge
Will be yours for the taking
It's in the making baby
I saw her laugh
Then she said, "Go away"
I saw her laugh
Then she said, then she said,
"Go away, away"
My sweet revenge
Will be yours for the taking
It's in the making baby
My sweet revenge
Will be yours it's in the making
It's in the taking, making, baking, taking, faking
HO
My sweet Clementine
HO
Shoulda been coulda been
Woulda been woulda been you
Shoulda been coulda been
Woulda been woulda been you




4 CIGARO

Music by D. Malakian
Lyrics by D. Malakian and S. Tankian

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
Cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
cigaro, cigaro, cigar
Cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
cigaro, cigaro, cigar
My shit stinks much better then yours
My shit stinks right down to the floor
With a feeling so pure
It's got you coming back for
Cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
cigaro, cigaro, cigar
Cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
cigaro, cigaro, cigar
Cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
cigaro, cigaro, cigar
Cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
cigaro, cigaro, cigar
Cant you see that I love my cock
Cant you see that you love my cock
Cant you see that we love my cock
We're the regulators that deregulate
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
We're cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
cigaro, cigaro, cigar
Cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
cigaro, cigaro, cigar
We're the regulators that deregulate
We're the animators that de-animate
We're cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
cigaro, cigaro, cigar
Cool, in denial
We're the cruel regulators smoking
cigaro, cigaro, cigar
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




5 RADIO/VIDEO

Music by D. Malakian
Lyrics by D. Malakian

Hey man look at me rockin' out
I'm on the radio
Hey man look at me rockin' out
I'm on the video
Hey man look at me rockin' out
I'm on the radio
Hey man look at me rockin' out
I'm on the video with Danny and Lisa
They take me away from
The strangest places
Sweet Danny and Lisa
They take me away from
They take me away from
The strangest places
Sweet Danny and Lisa
They take me away from
Hey man look at me rockin' out
I'm on the radio
Hey man look at me rockin' out
I'm on the video with Danny and Lisa
They take me away from
The strangest places
Sweet Danny and Lisa
They take me away from
They take me away from
The strangest places
Sweet Danny and Lisa
They take me away from
Hey man look at me rockin' out
I'm on the radio
Hey man look at me rockin' out
I'm on the video with Danny and Lisa
They take me away from
The strangest places
Sweet Danny and Lisa
Hey man look at me rockin' out
I'm on the radio
Hey man look at me rockin' out
I'm on the video
Hey man look at me rockin' out
I'm on the radio
Hey man look at me rockin' out
I'm on the video with Danny and Lisa




6 THIS COCAIN MAKES ME FEEL LIKE I'M ON THIS SONG

Music by D. Malakian
Lyrics by D. Malakian and S. Tankian

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 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




7 VIOLENT PORNOGRAPHY

Music by D. Malakian
Lyrics by D. Malakian

Everybody, everybody, everybody livin' now
Everybody, everybody, everybody fucks
Everybody, everybody, everybody livin' now
Everybody, everybody, everybody sucks
Everybody, everybody, everybody livin' now
Everybody, everybody, everybody cries
Everybody, everybody, everybody livin' now
Everybody, everybody, everybody dies
It's a non-stop disco
Bet you it's Nabisco
Betcha didn't know
It's a non-stop disco
Bet you it's Nabisco
Betcha didn't know
It's a non-stop disco
Betcha didn't know
Betcha didn't know
It's a non-stop disco
Betcha didn't know
Betcha didn't know
Betcha didn't know
Everybody, everybody, everybody livin' now
Everybody, everybody, everybody fucks
Everybody, everybody, everybody livin' now
Everybody, everybody, everybody sucks
Everybody, everybody, everybody livin' now
Everybody, everybody, everybody dies
Everybody, everybody, everybody livin' now
Everybody, everybody, everybody cries
It's a non-stop disco
Bet you it's Nabisco
Betcha didn't know
It's a non-stop disco
Bet you it's Nabisco
Betcha didn't know
It's a non-stop disco
Betcha didn't know
Betcha didn't know
It's a non-stop disco
Betcha didn't know
Betcha didn't know
Betcha didn't know
It's a violent pornography
Choking chicks and sodomy
The kinda shit you get on your TV
It's a violent pornography
Choking chicks and sodomy
The kinda shit you get on your TV
Everybody, everybody, everybody livin' now
Everybody, everybody, everybody sucks
Everybody, everybody, everybody livin' now
Everybody, everybody, everybody fucks
Everybody, everybody, everybody livin' now
Everybody, everybody, everybody dies
Everybody, everybody, everybody livin' now
Everybody, everybody, everybody cries
It's a non-stop disco
Bet you it's Nabisco
Betcha didn't know
It's a non-stop disco
Bet you it's Nabisco
Betcha didn't know
It's a non-stop disco
Betcha didn't know
Betcha didn't know
It's a non-stop disco
Betcha didn't know
Betcha didn't know
Betcha didn't know
It's a violent pornography
Choking chicks and sodomy
The kinda shit you get on your TV
It's a violent pornography
Choking chicks and sodomy
The kinda shit that's on your TV
It's a violent pornography
Choking chicks and sodomy
The kinda shit that's on your TV
It's on your TV
Fuck
Turn off your TV
Can you say "brainwashing?"
It's a non-stop disco




8 QUESTION!

Music by S. Tankian and D. Malakian
Lyrics by S. Tankian

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
Do we, do we know
When we fly
When we, when we go
Do we die



9 SAD STATUE

Music by D. Malakian
Lyrics by D. Malakian and S. Tankian

Conquest to the lover
And your love to the fire
Performance 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
Performance 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
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
Belonging
Belonging to




10 OLD SCHOOL HOLLYWOOD

Music by D. Malakian
Lyrics by D. Malakian

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
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




11 LOST IN HOLLYWOOD

Music by D. Malakian
Lyrics by D. Malakian and S. Tankian

I'll wait here
You're crazy
Those vicious streets are filled with strays
You should've never gone to Hollywood
They find you
Two-time you
Say you're the best they've ever seen
You should've never trusted Hollywood
I wrote you
And told you
You were the biggest fish out here
You should've never gone to Hollywood
They take you
And make you
They look at you in disgusting ways
You should've never trusted Hollywood
I was standing on the wall
Feelind ten feet tall
All you maggots
Smoking fags on Santa Monica Blvd.
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 Blvd.
All you bitches put your hands in the air
And wave them like you just don't care
Phony people come to pray
Look at all of them beg to stay
Phony people come to pray
(The lines in the letter said
"We have gone to Hackensack")
Look at all of them beg to stay
Phony people come to pray
All you maggots
Smoking fags on Santa Monica Blvd.
All you maggots
Smoking fags out there on Sunset Blvd.
All you maggots
Smoking fags out there on Hollywood Blvd.
You should've never trusted Hollywood
You should've never gone to Hollywood
All you bitches put your hands in the air
And wave them like you just don't care
You should've never trusted Hollywood
 

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