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Take this job and shove it, I ain't working here no more
My woman left and took all the reasons I was working for You better not try to stand in my way as I'm walking out the door Take this job and shove it, I ain't working here no more Take this job and shove it, I ain't working here no more My woman left and took all the reasons I was working for You better not try to stand in my way as I'm walking out the door Take this job and shove it, I ain't working here no more I've been working in this factory from now on fifteen years All this time I've seen my woman drowning in her tears I've seen a lot of good people die who had a lot of bills to pay I'd give the shirt right off my back if I had the nerve to say Take this job and shove it, I ain't working here no more My woman left and took all the reasons I was working for You better not try to stand in my way as I'm walking out the door Take this job and shove it, I ain't working here no more Well that foreman, he's a regular dog, the line boss, he's a fool Got brand new skinhead hair cuts, thinks that he's so cool One of these days I'll blow my top or somebody's gonna pay I'd hate to see their faces when I get up the nerve to say Take this job and shove it, I ain't working here no more My woman left and took all the reasons I was working for You better not try to stand in my way as I'm walking out the door Take this job and shove it, I ain't working here no more Take this job and shove it, I ain't working here Ain't working here Ain't working here no more |
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Dear Abby,
Got a problem... I'm a decent, underpaid, hard-working county coroner It's important that my family eats meat at least three times a week But we just can't afford to with prices the way they are So I bring home some choice cuts from my autopsy subjects Just mix in the Tuna Helper and ta-da! Dear Abby, Got a problem... The whole family things my new meals are delicious They ask me "what's your secret?" Abby, I think they're getting suspicious My smart-ass eight year old keeps asking "Where's all the meat?" The red dye #2 kind that's kept in the fridge If they find out the truth, I don't think they'll understand Abby, what do I tell my family? Dear Reaganomics victim, Consult your clergyman Make sure the body's blessed And everything should be just fine. |
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| 2:25 |
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We got a deadly toy to brainwash your boy
An egocentric muscle thug kicks butt on screen like a bat out of hell Bullshitter in the Indochina shop, pull the string in his back, we win the war That we never should have started at all A cabbage patch terrorist to call our own Who rewrites history with a machine gun Don't think about it, kill it That's what we teach your child Rambozo, Rambozo Rambozo the clown Rambozo, Rambozo Rambozo the clown To draft age kids it sure looks fun Kill 'em all and let God sort 'em out Like video games, no mess, just fuel for a mass lapse of common sense You can be Don Quixote, we'll dice you with our windmill blades Brawn over brain means a happy ending G.I. Joe in the cereal bowl Gray shrapnel-flavored chewing gum Mass murder ain't just painless now that we've made it cute Rambozo, Rambozo Rambozo the clown Rambozo, Rambozo Rambozo the clown War is sexy, war is fun, iron ego, red dawn Be a wolverine, you'll rule the hills Just get some guns and cheerios Any kid can conquer Libya, just steal a fighter plane Look who came home in a wheelchair V.A. Hospital, they don't care We're the machine, you're just a tool Who fell for the myth Rambozo, Rambozo Rambozo the clown Rambozo, Rambozo Rambozo the clown Rambozo, Rambozo Rambozo the clown Rambozo, Rambozo Rambozo |
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| 1:33 |
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Great Wall of China
It's so big it's seen from outer space Put there to keep Starving neighbors locked outside the gates So what's changed today? Empires hoard more than they need and peasants threaten our comfort We'll build a great wall around our power Build a great wall around our power Bankrupt L.A.'s streetcar line So people pay more to drive Plant strategic freeways To divide neighborhoods by color lines We'd rather pay for riot squads than pump the ghetto back to life We'll let your schools decay on purpose To build a great wall around our power Another great wall around our power Warlords in gray suits take a different route to work each day Secondhand green berets form the companies' private armies We'll take all your gold but won't teach reading or feed your poor The league of gentlemen would rather feed guns to puppet dictators There's too many people in your world and refugees are expensive When they trickle down into our soil we hunt them and arrest them Classify them insane and put them back on the next plane To the waiting arms of the same death squads they fled We've build a great wall around our power Worldwide great wall around our power Economic great wall around our power Give us your poor, your tired, your weak We'll send 'em right back to their certain death |
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If only people could shrink
Our world wouldn't be so overcrowded Bring ourselves down to size There'd be so much more food to go around Why don't we build a machine With all the know-how of the industries? We put a man on the moon We're gonna need more room to breathe real soon Drink your vaccine and let's shrink And bring your poodle so it doesn't eat us The roads will be so wide No traffic jams when we're half a foot tall Bring what you need down here We'll shrink it all by microwave Don't want to die like dinosaurs We'll have enough resources to go around So now you've made the big shrink Meanwhile we'll keep acting big We well-bred beautiful people Who says we have to go too? Cops and mason businessmen Were exempted from the ovens As if you weren't already The rest of you are all our termites now |
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| 2:17 |
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Life can only better
All you need to do is fall in love Everyone else has fun but you Buy that fun, you'll fit in too Dance your problems away, government music Cheap escape to that mind control beat, government music Mellow out, life's too hard You won't even want to think See the macho cock-rock metal heroes Vomit fire out of their big mouths Shake your fists obediently Make Leni Riefenstahl real proud See the Aryan bozo with the red guitar Parachute on the White House lawn Gonna bomb the commies with his air guitar So dumb he can't drive 55 Like Bing Crosby before them, government music Too idiotic to be real, government music You want it loud? We'll make sure it goes nowhere so you won't get ideas Triumph of the swill Triumph of the swill Triumph of the swill Triumph of the swill Music is banned in Khomeini's Iran On the grounds that it stimulates the brain We've done him one better in the land of coke and honey Using music to put people's brains to sleep Ever wonder why commercial radio's so bad? It's 'cause someone upstairs wants it that way If The Doors or John Lennon were getting started now The industry wouldn't sign 'em in a million years So what do we get? Government music Christian censorship and taxed blank tapes, government music Shoppers strung out on our false hopes Will flock to obey Triumph of the swill Triumph of the swill Triumph of the swill Triumph of the swill |
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Name one thing on Earth lower than a tough guy
Who talks with his fists instead of using his head Who beats the shit out of anything he can't understand Behind the muscle mask is a scared little boy Called macho insecurity Macho insecurity Macho insecurity You can't stand yourself Got a bitch with me, why don't you say it to my face? It's so easy to mouth off to others, where's your proof? Maybe we can talk if you'd just drop your act Nothing's ever solved by making childish threats That's macho insecurity Macho insecurity Macho insecurity You can't stand yourself Why do you want people to be so afraid of you? Why are you so scared of anything that's different? No one's ever there when you need friends, you wonder why It's because you take yourself so seriously But being such a clown Gives the rest of us the right to laugh At your macho insecurity Macho insecurity Macho insecurity You can't stand your Macho insecurity Macho insecurity Macho insecurity You can't stand yourself |
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| 2:30 |
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You look at me from the back of the room
All I see is a bumbling buffoon Head down like you don't see much Until you move in to make your bust I spy for you and me I spy for you and me I spy for you and me Disguised like you're one of the scene Just stand alone with no real friends Scared people will find out who you are Alone in the world without your telephone beeper I spy for you and me I spy for you and me I spy for you and me Curious folks ask questions of life But you can't answer 'cause your heart's like a knife Still you feel you sing the last song sung You're just a heartless piece of scum with a gun I spy for you and me I spy for you and me I spy for you and me I spy I spy I spy I spy |
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| 5:56 |
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Poison is bubbling beneath your dream home
Buried there years before Kid runs in crying from playing in the garden "Mommy, I burned my hands" What's making our eyes so itchy? Don't rub 'em, they'll swell up Oh, it's the big waste dump Oh yeah, oh yeah We built your ticky-tacky houses on landfill soil To cover up a gift we left you years before Of toxic chemicals and leaking gas Just dig a little while, you'll find our acid baths Cesspools in Eden Oozing away Groundwater's poisoned, air stings like hell The lines for doctors grow long Over martinis the company laughs We don't owe you a damn thing But what about all these fainting spells? How'd you like a lick from my open sores? And oh, why are our babies stillborn? Oh yeah, oh yeah A storage tank's leaking, it's about to explode Why evacuate when you can watch the fun? Nothing happens here, get out the lawn chairs We'll drink pink lemonade and watch Martinez burn Cesspools in Eden Oozing away Leak by the day The land we sold you is right atop our acid pits We fill them by the truckload in the dead of night There's a thousand more toxic tips of the iceberg We pay a little bribe or we just don't report them And see what you get? Cesspools in Eden, in Eden No accident Just a little of our greed-fueled negligence So you've found the proof why your cancer rate's shot up What are you gonna do when we've got all the cards? Times Beach, Rocky Flats, Love Canal and Bhopal Merry Christmas, hostages, from the folks that care Cesspools in Eden In Eden In Eden In Eden Have a nice day! |
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| 1:38 |
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Get ready for the Blast Off!
And don't forget the Hype! We're going into space. Distinguished scientists A pesky senator And monkey turds leaking from the lab All brought to us play-by-play by Howard Cosell You're going where no man has gone before Because we owe you some favors And besides you're bright A little too bright Step one: Senator, your vomit, It's time to analyze it For the folks back home Open the hatch, launch the war satellite That the commies aren't supposed to know about Our real challenge is to keep it a secret From the press back home You're going where no man has gone before Don't ask us where that is-we have no idea You're chosen for this great mission Because you're hearty and strong And make a lot of fuss Especially around us We like you better when you're far away Have you noticed? You're gong the wrong direction We have, But that's your problem We planned it that way We had to dispose of all of you so We can spoil the final frontier How dare you question our Star Wars plans For the farce that they are? You're going where no man has gone before For rocking the boat In our temple of doom You're on a one-way ticket to Pluto We wash our hands Of you and your lost Ark Don't forget to write: NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO |
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Have you heard about the latest craze
That's sweeping across the nation All the punks from coast to coast Have discovered an old invention Your hair's too long Man, you're a queer You're too new wave Put down that beer Do the slag, look at 'em run Do the slag, hey, you scum Do the slag, ain't it fun? Do the slag, let's all be dumb Badmouth the people we don't know Make sure it's behind their backs Don't let new people in our scene It's more fun than having a friend We'll slag everyone each and every night So we can pretend that we're all right Make those pricks feel just so small We'll show the world we're three feet tall Slander their integrity Doubt their humanity Talk about their haircuts Are their politics correct? Do the slag, look at 'em run Do the slag, hey, you scum Do the slag, ain't it fun? Do the slag, let's all be dumb Don't let those sissies on the floor They're unhip, man, they brought the wrong clothes Let's all do the latest craze 'Cause having allies never pays Slander their integrity Doubt their humanity Talk about their haircuts Are their politics correct? Do the slag, look at 'em run Do the slag, hey, you scum Do the slag, ain't it fun? Do the slag, let's all be dumb Do the slag, look at 'em run Do the slag, hey, you scum Do the slag, ain't it fun? Do the slag, let's all be dumb |
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| 1:33 |
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Have we got a telethon for you coming soon on MTV! A rockin' bankroll
extravaganza featuring all your vigilante rock stars! Sammy Hagar…Sylvester Stallone…Clint Eastwood. It's so important we've even exhumed the bodies of Lynyrd Skynyrd! This ain't no sissy concert to raise food for the needy; this concerts whipped up the American way to raise money for guns for the greedy! So stay tuned and dig in those heels for…USA FOR SOUTH AFRICA! It's USA for South Africa 'cause those poor, sex-starved riot battalions need more machine guns, more tear gas, more nerve gas, more electric fences for those prison camps they call "homelands". And who's going to give it to them? WE ARE! Every one of us! Everytime we go to the bank. Everytime we buy food at Theftway. Or those fancy chrome wheels for your hot car. It's USA FOR SOUTH AFRICA! Don't delay! Apartheid is a BIG business! What would these American ladies do without those diamonds? You heard the White House…DON'T MISS IT! Have you're rich parents' money ready, world hunger's gone forever once your check's in the mail when MTV and the rock and racism connection bring you live, from Sun City, USA FOR SOUTH AFRICA! |
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Step right up, folks!
Anarchy for sale T-shirts only ten dollars, badges only $3.50 I nicked the design, never asked the band I never listen to them either Buy, buy, buy from Circla A Like hula hoops, it's a disposable craze Another fast food fad to throw away It's anarchy for sale, anarchy for sale, anarchy for sale Sheep unite, get your cuddly boots and studs Be sure to rebel in the proper style Rebel along the paths we pick Out of fear of peer pressure we create Hey you, get those flyers off my wall No commie peace shit in my boutique No one here cares what that all means Our anarchy is for sale, anarchy for sale, anarchy for sale Our town sucks, our scene rules To belong you must buy into it So we sold you metal spike bracelets So come on, let's see a good fight That's anarchy for sale Anarchy for sale Anarchy for sale |
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Punk's not dead, it just deserves to die
When it becomes another stale cartoon A closed minded, self-centered social club Ideas don't matter, it's who you know If the music's gotten boring, it's because of the people Who want everyone to sound the same Who drive the bright people out of our so-called scene 'Til all that's left is just a meaningless fad Hardcore formulas are dogshit Change and caring are what's real Is this a state of mind Or is it just another label? The joy and hope of an alternative Has become its own cliche A hairstyle's not a lifestyle Imagine Sid Vicious at 35 Who needs a scene, scared to love and to feel Judging everything by loud fast rules appeal Who played last night? I don't know, I forgot But diving off the stage was a lot of fun! So eager to please, peer pressure decrees So eager to please, peer pressure decrees Make the same old mistakes again and again Chickenshit conformist like your parents What's ripped us apart even more than drugs Are the thieves and the goddamn liars Ripping people off when they share their stuff When someone falls are there any friends? Harder-core-than-thou for a year or two Then it's time to get a real job Others stay home, it's no fun to go out When the gigs are wrecked by gangs and thugs When the thugs form bands, look who gets record deals From New York metal labels looking to scam Who sign the most racist, queer-bashing bands they can find To make a buck revving kids up for war Walk tall, act small Only as tough as gang approval Unity is bullshit When it's under someone's fat boot Where's the common cause? Too many factions safely sulk in their shells Agree with us on everything or we won't help with anything That kind of attitude just makes a split grow wider Guess who's laughing while the world explodes? When we're all crybabies who fight best among ourselves So eager to please, peer pressure decrees So eager to please, peer pressure decrees Make the same old mistakes again and again Chickenshit conformist like your parents That farty old rock and roll attitude's back It's competition, man, we wanna break big Who needs friends when the money's good? That's right, the '70s are back Cock-rock metal's like a bad laxative It just don't move me, you know? The music's okay when there's more ideas than solos Do we really need the attitude too? Shedding thin skin too quickly As a fan it disappoints me Same old stupid sexist lyrics Or is Satan all you can think of? Crossover is just another word for lack of ideas Maybe what we need are more trolls under the bridge Will the metalheads finally learn something? Will the punks throw away their education? No one's ever the best once they believe their own press Maturing don't mean rehashing mistakes of the past So eager to please, peer pressure decrees So eager to please, peer pressure decrees Make the same old mistakes again and again Chickenshit conformist like your parents The more things change, the more they stay the same We can't grow if we won't criticize ourselves The '60s weren't all failure, it's the '70s that stunk As the clock ticks we dig the same hole Music scenes ain't real life, they won't get rid of the bomb Won't eliminate rape or bring down the banks Any kind of real change takes more time and work Than changing channels on a TV set So why are we so eager to please, peer pressure decrees So eager to please, peer pressure decrees Make the same old mistakes again and again Chickenshit conformist like your parents |
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Seems like the more I think I know, the more I find I don't
Every answer opens up so many questions Anarchy sounds good to me, then someone asks who'd fix the sewers Would the rednecks just play king of the neighborhood? How many liberators really want to be dictators? Every theory has its holes when real life steps in So how do we feed and make room for all the people crowded on our earth? And transfer all that wealth from the rich to those who need it? Where do ya draw the line? Where do ya draw the line? Where do ya draw the line? I'm not telling you, I'm asking you Ever notice hard-line radicals can go on star trips too? Where no one's pure and right except themselves I'm cleansed of the system except when my amp needs electric power Or the party line says no, feminists can't wear fishnets You want to help stop war, well, we reject your application You crack too many jokes and you eat meat What better way to turn people off than to twist ideas for change Into one more church that forgets we're all human beings? Where do ya draw the line? Where do ya draw the line? Where do ya draw the line? I'm not telling you, I'm asking you In Toronto someone blew up a cruise missile warhead plant Ten slightly hurt, four million dollars damage Why not destroy private property when it's used against you and me? Is that violence or self-defense? You tell me! Where do ya draw the line? I'm not telling you, I'm asking you Where do ya draw the line? I'm not telling you, I'm asking you Where do ya draw the line? I'm not telling you, I'm asking you Where do ya draw the line? I'm not telling you, I'm asking you |
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Hey!
Yo! We're the United States Marines We know you've all been killing each other For at least two thousand years But we're here now To protect the family Of Christian heroin warlords Most friendly to the west So you knock off this fighting Or we'll tell mom Ever notice news Is staged like TV wrestling shows With Reagans and Khaddafis cast As cartoon villains and heroes Or those wildlife "documentaries" Where a lion from a zoo Kills a deer tied down ahead of time "At the perfect camera angle" When lemmings balk at dying for Disney They're just hurled off the cliff We are gathered here today To take photos of the president Pretending to mourn these brave young men Who came home from Beirut Gift-wrapped in body bags A truck bomb blew them to bits We knew they were sitting ducks We sacrificed 'em, Aztec style So we could use their dead meat To cook up war fever back home So make sure you take lots of pictures And slant you news on our way Just like in Wild Kingdom We first tied down the prey We want people boiling for revenge In their living rooms So we can go play shoot-em-up Anywhere we choose And our backers can cash in Without the public asking questions |
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D.M.S.O.
Crypto wonder drug in vogue Some people say it cures arthritis Maybe that's why it keeps getting banned It's absorbed directly through the skin Mix it with lemon juice Touch your fingertips You'll taste the lemon The police started a riot Down at the courthouse again Running amok, spilling blood Bashing heads I do my part behind the lines Swabbing door handles of cop cars With D.M.S.O. Mixed with L.S.D. D.M.S.O. |
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We have reviewed your yellow form
Congratulations, we find you qualified You have just the right capacity For putting up with our nonsense There's just one thing you've got to prove We know how you must be dishonest and lazy If you're so desperate You actually want to work at this place You must be guilty, lie detector Guilty, lie detector Guilty, lie detector Guilty 'til you're proven innocent these days Blood pressure clamps around your arms Now don't get nervous when we yell in your face We know you steal, just who do you screw? With what, with who, aren't you a Christian? The polygraph, don't make it move One little twitch, the anvil drops on you Don't matter if you told the truth We want your facial egg for our file You must be guilty, lie detector Guilty, lie detector Guilty, lie detector Guilty 'til you're proven innocent these days Guilty 'til proven innocent Guilty, it says so on your face Guilty when you try to find A place to live or a job that pays Guilty when you file a complaint Against the cop that kicked your face last night Guilty, it says so on page three Guilty, who'd think a guy like me Would plant drugs in your car? Break in your house while you're asleep Open your mouth, bet your ass you're watched And it's your word against ours Yeah, just because we're hiring you That don't mean we trust you at all You'll have to take a test like this Once or twice every week We know machines, they make mistakes And it's your word against our dead black box The machine is always right 'Cause we know how it makes you feel so small You must be guilty, lie detector Guilty, lie detector Guilty, lie detector Guilty 'til you're proven innocent You must be guilty, lie detector Guilty, lie detector Guilty, lie detector Guilty 'til you're proven innocent these days Guilty 'til you're proven innocent these days 'Cause when you're innocent When you're innocent When you're innocent it just don't pay |
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