1980년데 공개된 아메리칸 하드코어 펑크의 전설적인 음반 Dead Kennedys의 [Fresh Fruit For Rotting Vegetables]가 25주년을 맞이하여 새롭게 공개되었다. The Sex Pistols와 The Ramones의 성마름과 Black Sabbath의 공격성까지 겸비한 이들은 80년대 웨스트 코스트 펑크 씬의 가장 중요한 밴드로 부상하게됐다. 펑크팬들은 물론이고 현재 활동중인 많은 얼터너티브 / 펑크록 그룹에게 엄청난 영향력을 행사했던 본 음반은 전트랙 풀리마스터링과 함께 포스터까지 포함하고 있다. 펑크록의 클래식 "Kill The Poor." "California Uber Alles," "Holiday In Cambodia"등 총 14곡의 아메리칸 언더그라운드 펑크를 만나 볼 수 있다. .... ....
Efficiency and progress is ours once more now that we have the neutron bomb It's nice and quick and clean and gets things done Away with excess enemy, but no less value to property No sense in war but perfect sense at home
The sun beams down on a brand new day, no more welfare tax to pay Unsightly slums gone up in flashing light Jobless millions whisked away, at last we have more room to play All systems go to kill the poor tonight
Gonna kill, kill, kill, kill, kill the poor Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill the poor Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill the poor tonight
Behold the sparkly of champagne, the crime rate's gone, feel free again Oh life's a dream with you, Miss Lily White Jane Fonda on the screen today convinced the liberals it's okay So let's get dressed and dance away the night
While they kill, kill, kill, kill, kill the poor Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill the poor Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill the poor tonight
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill the poor Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill the poor Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill the poor tonight
Behold the sparkly of champagne, the crime rate's gone, feel free again Oh life's a dream with you, Miss Lily White Jane Fonda on the screen today convinced the liberals it's okay So let's get dressed and dance away the night
While they kill, kill, kill, kill, kill the poor Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill the poor Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill the poor tonight
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill the poor Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill the poor Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill the poor tonight
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill the poor Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill the poor Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill the poor tonight
Have you been reading the morning papers? War is coming back in style There's generals here, advisors there, and the Russians nibbling everywhere The chessboard's filling up with red We make more profits when we blow off their heads
The economy is looking bad, let's start another war When ya get drafted Fan the fires of racist hatred, we want total war When ya get drafted
Drooling fingers, panic buttons Playing with missiles like they're toys There's easy money, easy jobs, especially when you build the bombs They blow big cities off the map Just guess who profits when we build 'em back up?
Yeah, what big business wants, big business gets, it wants a war When ya get drafted Trilateral Commission goonies laugh and scheme for more When ya get drafted
Call the Army, call the Navy, stocked with kids from slums When ya get drafted If you can't afford a slick attorney We might make you a spy
Forget your demonstrations, kids today sit on their ass When ya get drafted Just a six-pack and you're happy, we're prepared for When ya get drafted, when ya get drafted
The Landlord's here to visit They're blasting disco down below Sez, "I'm doubling up the rent Cos the building's condemned You're gonna help me buy City Hall"
But we can, you know we can But we can, you know we can Let's lynch the landlord man
I tell them 'turn on the water' I tell 'em 'turn on the heat' Tells me 'All you ever do is complain' Then they search the place when I'm not here
But we can, you know we can Let's lynch the landlord Let's lynch the landlord Let's lynch the landlord man
There's rats chewin' up the kitchen Roaches up to my knees Turn the oven on, it smells like Dachau, yeah Til the rain pours thru the ceiling
But we can, you know we can Let's lynch the landlord man
Your mommy told you this and your daddy told you that Always think like this and never do that You learned so many feelings but what is there to that? Which are really yours or are you just a copycat?
Your school told you this and your church told you that Memorize this and don't you dare look at that (Incomprehensible) Just a tape recorder mimicking of the bores
You're so boring, boring, boring Always tape machine recording You're so boring, boring, boring I've heard all this before
Planless and mindless, scraps from anywhere Bunch of used parts from garbage pails everywhere Frankenstein became a monster just like you Your scars only show when someone talks to you
You're so boring, boring, boring Always tape machine recording You're so boring, boring, boring I've heard all this before, heard all this before, heard all this before
Your emotions make you a monster Your emotions make you a monster Your emotions make you a monster Your emotions make you a monster
Down at the arsenal they keep the nerve gases Guarded day and night by caged white rabbits Been sitting there for years, now I'm gonna have it I cut through the fence, run right in and grab it
Now I got my own mustard gas in my pocket Climb on a tree on a branch and drop it On a country club full of Saturday golfers So I can watch them die choking, shaking in convulsions
Chemical warfare, chemical warfare Chemical warfare, warfare, warfare Chemical warfare, chemical warfare Chemical warfare, warfare, warfare
Panic in the air, see the headless chickens running Golf carts head-on crashing, cracking heads wide open Scratch the grass, mister, you can't breathe And roll and write in a sandtrap, starting to heave Claw those clubs, let me see you seethe
Chemical warfare, chemical warfare Chemical warfare, warfare, warfare Chemical warfare, chemical warfare Chemical warfare, warfare, warfare
Yellow air, yellow clouds Blowing down, down, down the fairway, sensitive to the touch Mowing down, down the putting green Heading straight for the big clubhouse
Where the stuffed country club Effervescent ladies, so carefree Relax, pose by the pool Limber limp with a dry martini
Until...
Chemical warfare, chemical warfare Chemical warfare, warfare, warfare Chemical warfare, chemical warfare Chemical warfare, warfare, warfare
I kill children, I love to see them die I kill children and make their mamas cry Crush 'em under my car, I want to hear them scream Feed 'em poison candy to spoil their Halloween
So you're in the kids' ward, you're in there 'cause you're ill How about some Pavulon so I can see you chill? Time to hit the school bus, I think I'll shoot the tires Offer them a helping hand of open telephone wires
Ever wanted to die? Of course you have But I won't 'til I get my revenge I've been buttfucked one too many ways I don't want to see people anymore
Things I never ever saw before Make me seem them for the shit they are Take as many as I can away with me Anyone can be king for a day
So I kill children, I love to see them die I kill children and make their mamas cry I kill children, I bang their heads in doors I kill children, can hardly wait for yours
Can hardly wait for yours Can hardly wait for yours Can hardly wait for yours Can hardly wait for yours Can hardly wait for yours Can hardly wait for yours
We ain't going to the party We ain't going to the game We ain't going to the disco Ain't gonna cruise down Main
We're stealing people's mail Stealing people's mail Stealing people's mail, stealing people's mail Stealing people's mail on a Friday night
Driving in the mountains Winding 'round and 'round Rummage through your mailboxes Take your mail back to town
And we got license plates, wedding gifts, tax returns Checks to politicians from real estate firms Money, bills and canceled checks Pretty funny pictures of your kids
We're gonna steal your mail on a Friday night We're gonna steal your mail by the pale moonlight We got grocery sackful after grocery sackful after grocery sackful after grocery sackful after grocery sackful after grocery sackful Of the private lives of you
People say we're crazy We're sick and all alone But when we read your letters We're rolling on the floor
We got more license plates, wedding gifts, tax returns Checks to politicians from real estate firms Money, bills and canceled checks We cut relationships with your friends
We're gonna steal your mail on a Friday night We're gonna steal your mail by the pale moonlight We better not get caught, we'll be dumped in institutions Where we'll be drugged and shocked 'til we come out born-again Christians
Stealing people's mail Stealing people's mail Stealing people's mail Stealing people's mail on a Friday night
Sunny Sunday at the amusement park See the fat kids spill their pop, hooray Lots of flags and balloons But someone sabotaged the roller coaster last night
Ran a turn and then it smashed right down Through the crowded haunted house below, oh no Human hamburger, no
And it's crushed little kids, crushed little kids Crushed little lids adorn the boardwalk
Crushed little lids adorn the boardwalk Crushed little lids adorn the boardwalk Crushed little lids adorn the boardwalk Crushed little lids adorn the board
See the tourists drop their jaws and cones See the owners smell a big lawsuit Oh police, call your lawyer first Make the witnesses go home and they'll turn on the TV
And see crushed little kids, crushed little kids Crushed little lids adorn the boardwalk Crushed little kids, crushed little kids Crushed little lids adorn the boardwalk
Crushed little lids adorn the boardwalk Crushed little lids adorn the boardwalk Crushed little lids adorn the boardwalk
So you been to school for a year or two And you know you've seen it all In daddy's car thinking you'll go far Back east your type don't crawl
Play ethnicky jazz to parade your snazz On your five-grand stereo Bragging that you know how the niggers feel cold And the slums got so much soul
It's time to taste what you most fear Right Guard will not help you here Brace yourself, my dear Brace yourself, my dear
It's a holiday in Cambodia It's tough, kid, but it's life It's a holiday in Cambodia Don't forget to pack a wife
You're a star-belly sneetch, you suck like a leech You want everyone to act like you Kiss ass while you bitch so you can get rich But your boss gets richer off you
Well, you'll work harder with a gun in your back For a bowl of rice a day Slave for soldiers 'til you starve And your head is skewered on a stake
Now you can go where people are one Now you can go where they get things done What you need, my son What you need, my son
Is a holiday in Cambodia Where people dress in black A holiday in Cambodia Where you'll kiss ass or crack
Pol Pot, Pol Pot Pol Pot, Pol Pot Pol Pot, Pol Pot
Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot
It's a holiday in Cambodia Where you'll do what you're told A holiday in Cambodia Where the slums got so much soul
♬ ♡ ( Prelude ) ♡ ♬ M-net Bright light city gonna set my soul Gonna set my soul on fire Got a whole lot of money that's ready to burn, So get those stakes up higher There's a thousand pretty women waitin' out there And they're all livin' devil may care And I'm just the devil with love to spare Viva Las Vegas, Viva Las Vegas, Viva Las Vegas
How I wish that there were more Than the twenty-four hours in the day 'Cause even if there were forty more I wouldn't sleep a minute away Oh, there's black jack and poker and the roulette wheel A fortune won and lost on ev'ry deal All you need's a strong heart and a nerve of steel Viva Las Vegas, Viva Las Vegas, Viva Las Vegas
Viva Las Vegas with you neon flashin 'And your one armbandits crashin' All those hopes down the drain Viva Las Vegas turnin' day into nighttime Turnin' night into daytimeIf you see it once You'll never be the same again I'm gonna keep on the run I'm gonna have me some fun If it costs me my very last dime If I wind up broke up well I'll always remember that I had a swingin' time I'm gonna give it ev'rything I've got Lady luck please let the dice stay hot Let me shout a seven with ev'ry shot Viva Las Vegas, Viva Las Vegas, Viva Las Vegas, Viva, Viva Las Vegas