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| 2. |
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Tonight's the night that we got the truck
We're going downtown, gonna beat up drunks Your turn to drive, I'll bring the beer It's the late, late shift, no one to fear And ride Ride, how we ride And ride Lowride It's roundup time where the good whores We're gonna drag one screaming off the street And ride Ride, how ride ride Got a black uniform and a silver badge Playing cops for real, playing cops for pay Let's ride Lowride Pull down your dress, here's a kick in the ass Let's beat you blue 'til you shit in your pants Don't move, child, got a big black stick There's six of us, babe, so suck on my dick And ride Ride, how we ride And ride Lowride The left newspapers might whine a bit But the guys at the station, they don't give a shit Dispatch calls, "Are you doing something wicked?" No siree, Jack, we're just giving tickets Let's ride Ride, how we ride And ride Ride, how we ride And ride Ride, how we ride Let's ride Lowride |
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| 3:05 |
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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 |
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| 4:30 |
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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 Pol Pot! |
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| 3:35 |
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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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| 6. |
| 4:30 |
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| 4:14 |
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| 2:54 |
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Went to a party, I danced all night
I drank 16 beers and I started up a fight But now I'm jaded, you're out of luck I'm rolling down the stairs, too drunk to fuck I'm too drunk to fuck I'm too drunk to fuck Too drunk to fuck I'm too drunk, too drunk, too drunk to fuck I like your stories, I love your gun Shooting out cop tires sounds like loads and loads of fun But in my room, wish you were dead You bawl like the baby in Eraserhead I'm too drunk to fuck I'm too drunk to fuck Too drunk to fuck It's all I need right now, too drunk to fuck I'm too drunk to fuck I'm too drunk to fuck Too drunk to fuck I'm sick, soft, gooey and cold, too drunk to fuck I'm about to drop, my head's a mess My only salvation is I'll never see you again You give me head, it makes it worse Take out your fucking retainer, put it in your purse I'm too drunk to fuck You're too drunk to fuck Too drunk to fuck It's all I need right now, oh baby I'm melting like an ice cream bar, oh baby And now I got diarrhea Too drunk to fuck |
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| 4:07 |
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Happy hour belongs to America's best-loved thugs
Here come the four-wheel drive prosthetic penises Got your gun racks, tractor tires and lynch mob drivers, we couldn't find a chick to sit in the middle So we drink ourselves sick, lean out the windows and pinch ass instead We are the goons of Hazzard Glorified on your TV We run down bikes and hitchhikers And we know we'll get off scot-free We're the vigilante heroes of your tough guy flicks Bashing punks and bums and fags with our baseball bats No deer to blow away in the woods today so we go to Oroville and shoot a black kid down Or waste demonstrators in Greensboro instead We are the goons of Hazzard Glorified on your TV We'll leave you in a pool of blood 'Cause we know we'll get off scot-free Let's get him! C'mere! C'mere! Say something to me? We've got him cornered We've got him cornered Is anybody looking? Does anybody even care? No! The local papers paint us up to be big heroes City fathers and chamber of commerce want us deputized Stoner gestapo keeping your town clean, get a shave kid, we'll pay you as a strikebreaker Maybe you'll be make Tac Squad for the L.A.P.D. We are the goons of Hazzard Glorified on your TV We'll leave you in a pool of blood 'Cause we know we'll get off scot-free |
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| 4:22 |
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Cold concrete apartments
Rise up from wet black asphalt Below them a few carcasses Of the long-gone age of privacy It takes a scary kind of illness To design a place like this for pay Downtown's an endless generic mall Of video games and fast food chains One by one, the little houses are bricked up and condemned A subtle hint to move before the rats move in This could be anywhere Could be anywhere, everywhere Those new kids at school seem cool But dad says not to talk to them Stick to your old friends, they're not our kind So now there's lots of fights So many people I know Come of age tense and bitter-eyed Can't create so they just destroy Come on, let's set someone's dog on fire Empty plastic culture slum, suburbia is a war zone now Sprouting the kinds of gangs we thought we'd left behind This could be anywhere Could be anywhere, everywhere Could be anywhere Could be everywhere Could be anywhere Kids at school are taking sides Along color and uniform lines My dad's gone and bought a gun He says he's fed up with the crime in this town This could be anywhere This could be everywhere This could be anywhere This could be everywhere This could be anywhere This could be everywhere This could be anywhere This could be everywhere I hope I'm gone before it explodes I linger late at night Waiting for the bus No amount of neon jazz Could hide the oozing vibes of death My dad's a vigilante now He's bringing home these weird-ass friends Like the guy who fires at at his TV When Kojak's on Or the guy who shows off his sub-machine gun to his sixteen year old daughter's friends Whose sense of pride and hope is being in the police reserve This could be anywhere Could be everywhere, could be anywhere, everywhere This could be anywhere This could be everywhere This could be anywhere This could be everywhere Everywhere |
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| 1:10 |
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I don't need your way of life
I can't stand your attitudes I can do without your strife I don't need this fucking world I don't need this fucking world This world brings me down Gag with every breath This world brings me down I'm looking forward to death It seems so unreal to me So much hate and so much pity I can't take another day It's such a bore, it gets me really sore I don't need this fucking world I don't need this fucking world This world brings me down Gag with every breath This world brings me down I'm looking forward to death Looking forward to death Looking forward to death |
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| 5:14 |
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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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| 3:00 |
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Hellnation's what they teach us, profiting from greed
Hellnation's where they give us coke, heroin, and speed Hellnation's when they tell you gotta go clean up your act You're the one who dragged me here and now you drag me back To this hellnation Hellnation Hellnation Hellnation Problem is few care About the people in despair If you help no one You're guilty in this hellnation Hellnation's when the president asks for four more fucking years Hellnation's when he gets it by conning poor people and peers Hellnation, got no choice, what's the point in trying to vote? When this country makes war we all die in the same boat In this hellnation Hellnation Hellnation Hellnation Problem is few care About the people in despair If you help no one You're guilty in this hellnation Problem is few care About the people in despair If you help no one You're guilty in this hellnation It's the only world we've got Let's protect it while we can That's all there is and there ain't no more Hellnation, asking please for a nuclear freeze So the unborn kids get their chance to live and breathe Hellnation, asking aid for the minimum wage So the kids of tomorrow don't wind up slaves to their trade In this hellnation Hellnation Hellnation Hellnation Problem is few care About the people in despair If you help no one You're guilty in this hellnation |
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| 7:31 |
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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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