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I know, I’m really desperate to find something to write about, so here goes.
A post about the band System of a Down and their lyrics–which in no way make sense.

Let me quote Chic ‘N’ Stew:

This ballgame’s in the refrigerator,
The door is closed,
The lights are out,
And the butter’s getting hard.

What a splendid pie,
Pizza-pizza pie,
Every minute, every second,
Buy, buy, buy, buy buy,
What a splendid pie,
Pizza-pizza pie,
Every minute, every second,
Buy, buy, buy, buy buy.

The rest of the lyrics from Chic ‘N’ Stew can be found here.

However, Chic ‘N’ Stew isn’t the only one; This Cocaine Makes Me Feel Like I’m on This Song (yes, even the title is pretty damned weird) is even more weird:

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

Or here, a few paragraphs later:

Gonorrhea gorgonzola
Gonorrhea gorgonzola
Single files of clean feedings

(The rest of the lyrics can be found here)

What is wrong with this band? And what is wrong with me for actually listening to this stuff?