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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Daron Malakian
Daron Malakian
Vocals
Serj Tankian
Serj Tankian
Lead Vocals
Shavo Odadjian
Shavo Odadjian
Bass Guitar
John Dolmayan
John Dolmayan
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Daron Malakian
Daron Malakian
Songwriter
Serj Tankian
Serj Tankian
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Daron Malakian
Daron Malakian
Producer
Rick Rubin
Rick Rubin
Producer
Serj Tankian
Serj Tankian
Co-Producer
Andy Wallace
Andy Wallace
Mixing Engineer
Greg Collins
Greg Collins
Additional Engineer
Darren Mora
Darren Mora
Assistant Engineer
Al Sanderson
Al Sanderson
Assistant Engineer
Ryan McCormick
Ryan McCormick
Assistant Engineer
Jim Champagne
Jim Champagne
Assistant Engineer
Rich Balmer
Rich Balmer
Assistant Engineer
Dave Schiffman
Dave Schiffman
Recording Engineer
Eddy Schreyer
Eddy Schreyer
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Circumventing circuses lamenting in protest
To visible police presence, sponsored fear
Battalions of riot police with rubber bullet kisses
Baton courtesy, service with a smile
[Verse 2]
Beyond the Staples Center, you can see America
With its tired, poor, avenging disgrace
Peaceful, loving youth against the brutality
Of plastic existence
[Verse 3]
Pushing little children
With their fully automatics
They like to push the weak around
Pushing little children
With their fully automatics
They like to push the weak around
[Verse 4]
A rush of words, pleading to disperse
Upon your naked walls, alive
A political call, the fall guy accord
We can't afford to be neutral on a moving train
[Verse 5]
Beyond the Staples Center, you can see America
With its tired, poor, avenging disgrace
Peaceful loving youth against the brutality
Of plastic existence
[Verse 6]
Pushing little children
With their fully automatics
They like to push the weak around
Pushing little children
With their fully automatics
They like to push the weak around
Push them around
[Verse 7]
A deer dance, invitation to peace
War staring you in the face
Dressed in black
With a helmet, fierce
Trained and appropriate for the malcontents
For the disproportioned malcontents
The little boy smiled, it'll all be well
And say a little boy smiled, it'll all be well
[Verse 8]
Pushing little children
With their fully automatics
They like to push the weak around
[Verse 9]
Pushing little children
With their fully automatics
They like to push the weak around
Pushing little children
With their fully automatics
They like to push the weak around
Push the weak around
Push the weak around
Push the weak around
They like to push the weak around
Written by: Daron Malakian, Serj Tankian
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