You get a shiver in the dark
It's raining in the park, but meantime
South of the river you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowin' dixie double four time
You feel alright when you hear that music ring

And a crowd of young boys
They're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies
And their platform soles

They don't give a damn
About any trumpet playing band
It ain't what they call rock and roll
We are the system, we are the System of a Down