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Lyrics
YouWhy do they always send the poor?
Barbarisms by Barbaras
With pointed heels
Victorious Victorias 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
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, ooh
Everybody’s going to the party
Have a real good time
Dancin’ in the desert
Blowin’ 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
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, ooh
Everybody’s going to the party
Have a real good time
Dancin’ in the desert
Blowing up the sunshine
Everybody’s going to the party
Have a real good time
Dancin’ in the desert
Blowin’ 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
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, ooh
Everybody’s going to the party
Have a real good time
Dancin’ in the desert
Blowing up the sunshine
Everybody’s going to the party
Have a real good time
Dancin’ in the desert
Blowin’ 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
When System of a Down unleashed ‘B.Y.O.B.’ onto the airwaves in 2005, they weren’t just dropping another chart-topping metal track; they were delivering a scathing political critique. The song’s aggressive pacing and infectious chorus mask a deeper message, one woven through cryptic lyrics and manic energy.
In the backdrop of post-9/11 geopolitics and the Iraq War, ‘B.Y.O.B.’ (‘Bring Your Own Bombs’) became an anthem for dissent and a vehicle for the band’s fierce opposition to war and the class disparities it often reveals. Let’s dive into the fiery heart of this politically charged melody to unravel the threads of introspection and rebellion.
Dissecting the Call to Arms: The Political Undertones of a Party Anthem
On the surface, ‘B.Y.O.B.’ teems with the vivacity of a party song, encapsulated in its recurring invitation: ‘Everybody’s going to the party, have a real good time.’ Yet beneath this lies a sharp contrast between a carefree rave and the grievous realities of war. The ‘party’ could very well be a metaphor for the battlefield, and the revelry an ironic twist on soldiers’ deployment to the front lines.
System of a Down has never been one to shy away from political statements, and here they tackle the concept of a willingly blind society, sending the ‘poor’ to fight a war celebrated by those who will never have to endure its atrocities. It’s a punchy, pulsating protest in the guise of an anthem, the ‘party’ a satirical stab at warmongering nations frolicking in the ‘desert’—both a literal and figurative battleground.
The Hidden Meaning Behind ‘Barbarisms by Barbaras’
‘Barbarisms by Barbaras with pointed heels’ is one of the song’s more cryptic lines, potentially hurling us into the world of corporate and political figureheads—’the Barbaras’—who strike deals in high places, secure in their tower of power. The ‘pointed heels’ might allude to the sharp, often unseen facets of policymaking that trample upon the disenfranchised and serve the mighty.
This imagery of corporate greed and political maneuvering sets the stage for the song’s broader thematic tapestry, illustrating a world where those in power orchestrate wars as if they’re nothing beyond boardroom strategies and profit margins. With militaristic imagery intertwined with consumerist jargon (‘brand new spanking deals’), the lines blur between commerce and conflict.
Breaking into Fort Knox: A Symbol of Plundered Dreams
Invoking the impenetrable gold depository Fort Knox in the lyrics ‘Breaking into Fort Knox / Stealing our intentions’ speaks to a feeling of being robbed—not just of wealth, but of agency and purpose. It evokes the loss experienced by individuals and society when wars are waged not merely on foreign soils but also on the minds and futures of participants and bystanders alike.
‘Stealing our intentions’ suggests that the ambitions and aspirations of the common people are co-opted, redirected into supporting a war machine that serves elite goals. It’s a powerful metaphor for manipulation, a voice for the silenced, those who see the future they desire hijacked by a war they didn’t choose.
The Oil-Drenched Cries For Freedom
Amidst the poignant verse, one finds ‘Hangers sitting dripped in oil, crying,
‘Hangers sitting dripped in oil’ invoke imagery of machinery or perhaps even soldiers tainted and soaked in the oil that is often central to war motivations. Coupled with the cry for ‘freedom,’ these lines offer a searing indictment of the way liberation rhetoric is used to mask greed and imperialism, with oil as a stark symbol of the true incentives for many modern conflicts.
The Provocative Query: ‘Why Don’t Presidents Fight the War?’
System of a Down’s pointed question ‘Why don’t presidents fight the war? Why do they always send the poor?’ is more than rhetorical; it’s an incendiary challenge to the power structures that dictate who bears the burden of war. The song refuses to let listeners turn away from the glaring disparity between those who decide wars and those who are sent to die in them.
In this outcry, the band connects deeply with the spirit of anti-war protest songs of the past, echoing the sentiments of countercultural movements that questioned the motives and decisions of leaders. It’s a raw demand for justice and equality, voiced with the unabated ferocity that only System of a Down could muster.
