your mom

Serj Tankian

The embedded hypocrisy, fighting autocracy
With an army of convenience
From a region whose hopes and dreams border on mediocrity
Profiteering through theocracy
Soldiers of fortune from the most unfortunate
Army of God carrying tripods
Extremism dressed like your mom
Against all known gods

Butchering, raping, killing and burning
Brutally beheading your enemies
What kind of retarded promises have led you to these prophecies?
Unspeakable fool, you're just a fucking tool
YouÂ?ll never g?t the role, you'll die on your knees
What kind of r?tarded finances have led you to these fantasies?

Devise these fighters against the wrong
Riding your special horses
Funded and supported by royal decrees
And don't forget radical greed

Butchering, raping, killing and burning
Brutally beheading your enemies
What kind of retarded promises have led you to these prophecies?
Unspeakable fool, youÂ?re just a fucking tool
You'll never get the role, you'll die on your knees
What kind of retarded finances have led you to these fantasies?

So you wanna die? You wanna die
You wanna die for your God, wanna die for your God, wanna die for your God, wanna die for your God

Butchering, raping, killing and burning
Brutally beheading your enemies
What kind of retarded promises have led you to these prophecies?
Unspeakable fool, you're just a fucking tool
You'll never get the role, you'll die on your knees
What kind of retarded finances have led you to these fantasies?

So you wanna die? You wanna die
You wanna die for your God, wanna die for your God, wanna die for your God, wanna die for your God

Now that we have an agreement with your mom
Against the riches of the foray
Let's help your mom wrong the right
And give her the green light
Lay your mom in it once you wipe 'em out
Lay your mom in it once you wipe Â?em out
Lay your mom in it once you wipe Â?em out
Lay your mom in it once you wipe 'em out
Lay your mom in it once you wipe Â?em out
Lay your mom in it once you wipe 'em out
Lay your mom in it once you wipe 'em out
Lay your mom in it once you wipe 'em out

Ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty
Seventy-two virgins
Nah, bruh