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Why are such a stupid asshole?
Would you really like to know? Well, pay your fee, remove your clothes, and Yvette will show you how You went to school where you were taught to fear and to obey, be cheerful, fit in, or someone might think you're weird Life can be perfect People can be trusted Someday, I wll fall in love; a nice quiet home of my very own Free from all the pain Happy and having fun all the time It never happened, did it? |
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Why are you such a stupid asshole? Would you really like to know? Well, remove your clothes and a vet will show you how. You went to school where you were taught to fear and to obey. Be cheerful. Fit in, or someone might think you're weird. Life can be perfect. People can be trusted. Someday I will fall in love in a nice, quiet home of my very own. Free from all pain. Happy and having fun all the time. It never happened, did it?
We got a drug We're gonna try it out on you Won't make you die It'll get you just a little bit sick Got a head cold, got a chest cold And it's three days old, going on forever Make you hazy, make you lazy, drive you crazy For days and days and days and days and years Barely got the time now To stay on the job Double up the dosage in your water supply Make you even sicker 'til you're slipping away Getting all depressed It's getting all your friends You can't get it up For nothing that'll rock the boat The government flu The government flu The government flu Slip it abroad Keep a-slowin' down the USSR But meanwhile We'll keep an eye on what it's doing to you Got a head cold, got a chest cold And it's three days old, going on forever Make you hazy, make you lazy, drive you crazy For days and days and days and days and days and days and days and days and days and days and days and days and years The government flu The government flu The government flu Flu you |
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I go to college, that makes me so cool
I live in a dorm and show off by the pool I join the right clubs just to build an impression I block out thinking, it won't get me ahead My ambition in life Is to look good on paper All I want is a slot In some big corporation John Belushi's my hero, I lampoon and I ape him My news of the world comes from Sports Illustrated I'm proud of my trophies like my empty beer cans Stacked in rows up the wall to impress all my friends No, I'm not here to learn I just want to get drunk And major in business And be taught how to fuck Win, win I always play to win Wanna fit in like a cog In a faceless machine I'm a terminal terminal terminal preppie Terminal terminal terminal preppie Terminal terminal terminal terminal Terminal terminal terminal terminal I want a wife with tits Who just smiles all the time In my centerfold world Filled with Springsteen and wine Someday I'll have power Someday I'll have boats A tract in some suburb With Thanksgivings to host I'm a terminal terminal terminal preppie Terminal terminal terminal preppie |
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| 2:56 |
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TV invents a disease you think you have
So you buy our drugs and soon you depend on them Pain is in your mind, got you coming back for more Again and again and again and again Gonna rip you off Rip you off Doctor says you need surgery now You're feeling good 'til the side effects fuck up something else You're ensnared by the medicine man Paying up the ass again and again Gonna rip you off Trust your mechanic to mend your car Bring it into his garage He tightens and loosens a few spare parts One thing's fixed, another falls apart And the rich eat you A magazine says your face don't look quite right Unless you wear our brand new wonder cream tonight Never look right again unless you grease your skin Again and again and again and again Gonna rip you off Told you're depressed so of course you see the psychiatrist Right when you hit your neuroses' roots he confuses you He fucks your head up worse, got you feeling helpless You're coming back for more again and again Gonna rip you off Rip you off Trust your mechanic to make you well You're seeing an awful lot of him now The quicker he makes your life fall apart The more money you put in his pockets Trust your mechanic to plug your holes Trust him to make more somewhere else Trust your mechanic, he'll always come through And rip you off |
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| 2:22 |
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You're a well paid scientist, you only talk in facts
You know you're always right 'cause you know how to prove it step by step A PhD to show you're smart with textbook formulas But you're used up just like a factory hand Something is wrong here You won't find it on a shelf You're well paid, you're well trained You're tied to a rack Company cocktails, gotta go say the right thing Don't fidget, jockey for position Be polite in the pyramid you hate Sip that scotch, get that raise, this ain't no party at all Something is wrong here You won't find it on a shelf You're well paid, you're well trained You're tied to a rack Cringe and tense, grind your teeth And wipe your sweaty palms Close your windows driving past the low life company bar They're making fun of you Oh, even you You've gotta punch the clock, why don't you punch your boss? Oh, even you You just punch the clock, too scared to punch your boss When will you crack? When will you crack? When will you crack? When will you open your eyes, open your eyes, open your eyes? Pull up to your sterile home, you're drained Bite the heads off all your kids Chew them well, they taste like you Just slam the door Assigned here 'cause your company owns the land All your colleagues live here too Private guards in golf carts Keep you safe at home Something is wrong here You won't find it on a shelf You're well paid, you're well trained You're tied to a rack When will you crack? When will you crack? When will you crack? When will you crack? The dark shattered underbelly Of the American dream Avoid it like the plague It stares you from your bathroom mirror Drown! |
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| 2:22 |
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Buzzbomb, buzzbomb, macho mobile
The road's my slave, that's how I feel I cruise alone, I cruise real far I don't love you, I love my car 'Cross Nevada at 110 Highway 50 and there's nobody there Sign says "Next Sign: 30 Miles" I work all week, each penny saved buys more escape from home I'd rather cruise around all day than save up for a move Plow through rest area san-o-lets Splat goes the lonely salesman wanking in the men's room Buzzbomb, buzzbomb, tape up loud Blue piss clinging to my windshield Faster, faster in my car Buzzbomb is my pride and joy, king of the trailer court Waiting for the perfect chick who'll love me for my car I tell her why I'm cool, she coos back just what I like When I pretend she's near Zip through Ely where Pat Nixon was born Cops 'round here sure looking bored Flashing lights, state patrol They're scratching up my gorgeous paint job Shooting at my tires Ain't no way to go to heaven Buzzbomb cornered at the 7-11 |
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| 2:23 |
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No junk food, just earthly goods
I ate weird berries in the woods Now I'm seeing colors, I'm getting higher I think I'll start a forest fire There's a forest fire climbing the hill, burning wealthy California homes Better run, run, run, run, run, run from the fire But some of us stay and watch and we think of your insurance costs And we laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh at your lives Windows covered with bars, security guards Is that a house or a fortress against the rest of the world? Your windows covered with bars, security guards Is that a house or a prison, how you gonna get out? Electric bull and your tennis courts, pink sports cars and your boats Getting fried, fried, fried, fried, fried, fried by the fire Windows covered with bars, floodlights for the yard It's a pleasure to watch you watch it all melt But hey, what about the cocaine Stockpiled in the basement? You'd better save it You know you're gonna need it Where's your brand new pretty wife? She might still be inside Either save her or your cocaine from the fire But the gates and doors are locked 'cause the burglar alarms went off Ever wonder why we laugh, laugh at your lives? Windows covered with bars, fences spiked with barbed wire Never looked so helpless engulfed in flames Cameras watching the walls, don't forget the dogs Now you're trapped in your prison, how you gonna get out? See the gerbil run run run run run run run run from the fire |
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So it's Halloween
And you feel like dancing And you feel like shining And you feel like letting loose What ya gonna be? Babe, you better know And you better plan Better plan all day Better plan all week, better plan all month Better plan all year You're dressed up like a clown Putting on your act It's the only time all year You'll ever admit that I can see your eyes, I can see your brain Baby, nothing's changed I can see your eyes, I can see your brain Baby, nothing's changed Because you're hiding in a mask You take your fun seriously No, don't blow this year's chance Tomorrow your mold goes back on After Halloween After Halloween You go to work today You'll go to work tomorrow Shitfaced tonight You'll brag about it for months Remember what I did, remember what I was Back on Halloween? But what's in between? Where are your ideas? You sit around and dream For next Halloween Why not every day, are you so afraid What will people say? Why not every day, are you so afraid What will people say? After Halloween After Halloween After Halloween Because your role is planned for you There's nothing you can do But stop and think it through But what will the boss say to you? And what will your girlfriend say to you? And the people out on the street, they might glare at you And what do you know, you're pretty self-conscious too So you run back and stuff yourselves in rigid business costumes Only at night to score is your leather uniform exhumed Why don't you take your social regulations and shove 'em up your ass? Why don't you take your social regulations and shove 'em up your ass? Why don't you take your social regulations and shove 'em up your ass? |
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| 2:09 |
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Roughing it in the great outdoors, guidebooks tell us where to go
Winnebago warrior Slow down traffic climbing hills, thirty gallons to the mile Honey, quick, the polaroid Winnebago warrior Brave as old John Wayne Winnebago warrior A true yankee pioneer Stop at Stuckey's for a meal, blab all day on the CB Winnebago warrior Littered campgrounds, folding chairs, feed Doritos to the bears Honey, quick, the polaroid Winnebago warrior Brave as old John Wayne Winnebago warrior A true yankee pioneer Kill some fish down by the creek, hang their picture by the sink Show your grandson who's the boss Tie your two toat-goats to the front, U-Haul trailer full of souvenirs That you buy along the way Winnebago warrior Brave as old John Wayne Winnebago warrior A true yankee pioneer Yankee pioneer |
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| 5:57 |
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Rioting, the unbeatable high
Adrenaline shoots your nerves to the sky Everyone knows this town is gonna blow And it's all gonna blow right now Now you can smash all the windows that you want All you really need are some friends and a rock Throwing a brick never felt so damn good Smash more glass, scream with a laugh and wallow with the crowds, watch them kicking peoples' ass But you get to the place where the real slave drivers live It's walled off by the riot squad aiming guns right at your head So you turn right around and play right into their hands And set your own neighborhood burning to the ground instead Riot, the unbeatable high Riot, sends your nerves to the sky Riot, playing right into their hands Tomorrow you're homeless, tonight it's a blast Get your kicks in quick, they're calling the National Guard Now could be your only chance to torch a police car Climb the roof, kick the siren in and jump and yelp for joy Quickly, dive back in the crowd, slip away now, don't get caught Let's loot the spiffy hi-fi store Grab as much as you can hold Pray your full arms don't fall off Here comes the owner with a gun Riot, the unbeatable high Riot, sends your nerves to the sky Riot, playing right into their hands Tomorrow you're homeless, tonight it's a blast The barricades spring up from nowhere Cops in helmets line the lines Shotguns prod into your bellies The trigger fingers want an excuse now The raging mob has lost its nerve There's more of us but who goes first? No one dares to cross the line The cops know that they've won It's all over but not quite The pigs have just begun to fight They club your heads, kick your teeth Police can riot all that they please Riot, the unbeatable high Riot, sends your nerves to the sky Riot, playing right into their hands Tomorrow you're homeless, tonight it's a blast Riot, the unbeatable high Riot, sends your nerves to the sky Riot, playing right into their hands Tomorrow you're homeless, tonight it's a blast Tomorrow you're homeless, tonight it's a blast Tomorrow you're homeless, tonight it's a blast Tomorrow you're homeless, tonight it's a blast |
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| 4:52 |
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I am your plumber, no, I never went away
I still bug your bedrooms and pick up everything you say It can be a boring job To monitor all day your excess talk I hear when you're drinking and cheating on your lonely wife I play tape recordings of you to my friends at night We've got our girl in bed with you You're on candid camera, we just un-elected you I am the owl I seek out the foul Wipe 'em away, keep America free For clean living folks like me If you demonstrate against somebody we like I'll slip on my wig and see if I can start a riot Transform you to an angry mob All your leaders go to jail for my job But we ain't the Russians, political trials are taboo We've got secret ways of getting rid of you Fill you full of LSD And turn you loose on a freeway - whee! I am the owl I seek out the foul Wipe 'em away, keep America free For clean living folks like me Send you spinning, send you spinning Send you spinning all over the freeway, spinning on the crowded freeway Spinning on the freeway, spinning on the freeway, spinning on the freeway, spinning on the freeway Spinning on the freeway, spinning on the freeway, spin, spin, spin, look out! The press, they never even cared Why a youth leader walked into a speeding car In ten years or so, we'll leak the truth But by then, it's only so much paper You know, Watergate hurt but nothing really ever changed A teeny bit quieter, but we still play our little games We still play our little games, we still play our little games We still play our little, we still play our little, we still play a lot of games I am the owl, I seek out the foul Wipe 'em away, keep America free Wipe 'em away, keep America free Wipe 'em away, keep America free for me |
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Once I had a close friend, I knew him for quite a while
He seemed alright to me We had this deal together, took all my money and time And then he went away, taking all that was mine Oh, well Things crumble to an end Hell, we all die in the end Die in the end, die in the end Once it was fun to worry about who was in control Could look into the future But now it don't seem right, passion is filling the air Profits are better than life and things are harder to bear, things are harder to bear Oh, well Things crumble to an end Hell, we all die in the end Die in the end, die in the end, die in the end It's a dead end Dead end Dead end Dead end, dead end Once I had a lover, I knew her for quite a while She seemed alright to me But then she was gone, she took my loving and time Taking all that was mine and leaving me far behind, leaving me far behind Oh, well Things crumble to an end Hell, we all die in the end Die in the end, die in the end, die in the end It's a dead end Dead end Dead end |
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The crowded future stings my eyes, I still find time to exercise
In uniform with two white stripes Unlock my section of the sand, it's fenced off to the water's edge I clamp a gas mask on my head On my beach at night Bathe in my moonlight Another tanker's hit the rocks, abandoned to spill out its guts The sand is laced with sticky glops Oh, shimmering moonlight sheen upon the waves and water clogged with oil White gases steam up from the soil On my beach at night Bathe in my moonlight I squash dead fish between my toes, try not to step on any bones I turn around and I go home I slip back through my basement door, switch off all that I own below Dive in my scalding wooden tub My own beach at night Bathe in my moonlight There will always be a moon over Marin |
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All religions make me wanna throw up
All religions make me sick All religions make me wanna throw up All religions suck They all claim that they have the truth That'll set you free Just give 'em all your money and they'll set you free Free for a fee They all claim that they have the answer When they don't even know the question They're just a bunch of liars They just want your money, they just want your consciousness All religions suck All religions make me wanna throw up All religions suck All religions make me wanna blech They really make me sick They really make me sick They really make me sick They really make me sick They really make me sick They really make me ill |
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You call yourself the Moral Majority
We call ourselves the people in the real world Trying to rub us out, but we're going to survive God must be dead if you're alive You say, "God loves you, come and buy the good news" Then you buy the president and swimming pools If Jesus don't save 'til we're lining your pockets God must be dead if you're alive Circus-tent con-men and Southern belle bunnies Milk your emotions then they steal your money It's the new dark ages with the fascists toting Bibles Cheap nostalgia for the Salem witch trials Stodgy ayatollahs in their double-knit ties Burn lots of books so they can feed you their lies Masturbating with a flag and a bible God must be dead if you're alive Blow it out your ass, Jerry Falwell Blow it out your ass, Jesse Helms Blow it out your ass, Ronald Reagan What's wrong with a mind of my own? You don't want abortions, you want battered children You want to ban the pill as if that solves the problem Now you wanna force us to pray in school God must be dead if you're such a fool You're planning for a war with or without Iran Building a police state with the Klu Klux Klan Pissed at your neighbor? Don't bother to nag Pick up the phone and turn in a fag Blow it out your ass, Terry Dolan Blow it out your ass, Phyllis Schlafly Ram it up your cunt, Anita 'Cause God must be dead if you're alive God must be dead if you're alive |
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I'm tired of kissing ass
I can't sit still all day You know I know your school's a lie That's why you dragged me here You're a hyperactve child You're disruptive, you're too wild We're going to calm you down Now this won't hurt a bit Drag me to the floor Pulling down my pants Ram a needle up my butt Put my brain into a trance No more hyperactive child Got too much of a mind Wouldn't you rather be happy? Now this won't hurt a bit Cameras in the halls No windows, just brick walls Pledge allegiance to a flag Now you will obey |
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I finally found a job in a paper
Moving barrels at a chemical plant There's shiny-looking dust on my fingers Going up my nose and into my lungs It's the kepone poisoning, Minamata Kepone poisoning, Minamata At the grimy kepone factory Turning people into bonsai trees Now I've got these splitting headaches I can't quite get it up no more I can't sleep and it's driving me crazy I shake all day and I'm seeing double Kepone poisoning, Minamata Kepone poisoning, Minamata At the grimy kepone factory Turning people into bonsai trees Gonna go down your big metal building Gonna slam right through your bright metal door Gonna grab you by your stay-prest collar And ram some kepone down your throat The lawyer says "That's the breaks, kid Gonna gnarl and rot the rest of your life If you don't sue, we'll give you a Trans-Am" That I'll never drive 'cause I shake all the time 'Cause of the Kepone poisoning, Minamata Kepone poisoning, Minamata At the grimy kepone factory |
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Dog bite on my leg
Not right, supposed to beg Dog bite on my leg Not right, supposed to beg Daily to the filling station Underwater navigation Dog bite on my leg Not right, supposed to beg Dog bite on my leg Not right, supposed to Daily to the filling station Underwater navigation Dog bite on my leg Not right, supposed to beg Dog bite on my leg Not right, supposed to |
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Last call for alcohol. Last call for your freedom of speech. Drink up. Happy hour is now enforced by law. Don't forget our house special, it's called a Trickie Dickie Screwdriver. It's got one part Jack Daniels, two parts purple Kool-Aid, and a jigger of formaldehyde from the jar with Hitler's brain in it we got in the back storeroom. Happy trails to you. Happy trails to you.
I am Emperor Ronald Reagan Born again with fascist cravings Still you made me president Human rights will soon go away I am now your Shah today Now I command all of you Now you're going to pray in school And I'll make sure they're Christian too California Uber alles Uber alles California California Uber alles Uber alles California Ku Klux Klan will control you Still you think it's natural Nigger knocking for the master race Still you wear the happy face You closed your eyes, can't happen here Alexander Haig is near Vietnam won't come back, you say Join the army or you will pay Join the army or you will pay! California Uber alles Uber alles California California Uber alles Uber alles California Yeah, that's it. Just relax. Have another drink, few more pretzels, little more MSG. Turn on those Dallas Cowboys on your TV. Lock your doors. Close your mind. It's time for the two-minute warning. Welcome to 1984 Are you ready for the third world war? You too will meet the secret police They'll draft you and they'll jail your niece You'll go quietly to boot camp They'll shoot you dead, make you a man Don't you worry, it's for a cause Feeding global corporations' claws Die on our brand new poison gas El Salvador or Afghanistan Making money for President Reagan Making money for President Reagan And all the friends of President Reagan California Uber alles Uber alles California California Uber alles Uber alles California |
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God damn, well let's do a tune called "Rawhide," okay
God damn tape's rollin', let's go Let's move 'em out 1, 2, 3, 4 Rollin' rollin' rollin' Rollin' rollin' rollin' Rollin' rollin' rollin' Rollin' rollin' rollin' Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' Though the streams are swollen Keep them doggies rollin' Keep them doggies rollin' Keep them doggies rollin' Rawhide Don't try to understand them Just rope, throw and brand 'em Soon they'll be kneeling high and wide Movin' movin' movin' Movin' movin' movin' Movin' movin' movin' Keep movin' movin' movin' Though they're disapprovin' Keep them doggies movin' Keep them doggies movin' Keep them doggies movin' Rawhide If you're ever wondering whether Hay will make more leather Question the girl by my side All the things I'm missin' Good viddles, love and kissin' Are waitin' at the end of my ride Move 'em out, head 'em up, get 'em up Move 'em out, head 'em up, get 'em up Rawhide Somehow I think I need a Maserati To ride 'em in |
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