标题:B.Y.O.B.
副标题:Bring Your Own Bombs
标签:乐队版
艺人:System Of A Down
专辑:Mezmerize
作词:Malakian, Tankian
作曲:Daron Malakian
制谱人:Adrianer/Zouaviso
附注:
Correction done by Zouaviso on Thursday August
18th:
- i corrected the bends ( which i agree are not easy to
deal with )
- corrected spelling mistakes (such as "Intelude" and
"B.O.Y.B." instead of "Interlude" and "B.Y.O.B.")
- mixed the tambourine with the drums... (and, yes, i
kept the mezzio piano and forte properties!)
by the way, i kept the original version in case someone
finds mistakes in the tambourine thing...
节拍:♩ = 164
音轨:
- Daron Malakian (Guitar) - 驱动音效吉他 Overdriven Guitar
- Shavo Odadjian (Bass) - 指拨电贝司 Electric Bass(finger)
- John Dolmayan (Drums) - 敲击乐器
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标记:IntroVerse 1Pre-ChorusChorusVerse 2Pre-ChorusChorusBridgeInterludeVerse 3Pre-ChorusChorusInterludeOutro
歌词:
System of a Down - B.Y.O.B.
WHY DO THEY ALWAYS SEND THE POOR!
My god is of spiteful blood with morbid eels.
Victorious, victorious, steel,
Can you stand and kneel?
Marching forward hypocritic
and hypnotic computers.
You depend on our protection,
Yet you feed us lies from the table cloth.
la la la la la la la la la,
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,
every city gripped in oil,
Crying FREEDOM!
Handed to absolution,
Still you feed us lies from the table cloth.
La la la la la la la la la,
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, its Party time,
And we all live in a fascist nation,
Blast off , its 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?
Kneeling roses disappearing,
into Moses’ dry mouth,
breaking into Fort Knox,
stealing our intentions,
every city gripped in oil,
Crying FREEDOM!
Handed to absolution,
Still you feed us lies from the tablecloth.
la la la la la la la la la,
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.
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
They only send the poor
