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