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from Dead Kennedys - Give Me Convenience Or Give Me Death (2003)
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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from Dead Kennedys - Give Me Convenience Or Give Me Death (2003)
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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from Dead Kennedys - Give Me Convenience Or Give Me Death (2003)
I am no one but I'm well known
For I am the man with the dogs I stare at you shopping, watch while you're walking The dogs run around your toes You turn around, two eyes break you down Now who does that guy think he's staring at? Stop in your tracks, you're being laughed at Your armored ego is nude And I do and I do Crack up 'cause I'm getting to you I see you, I see you And you're pretty self-conscious too Down to your church, I'm looking for victims Spell of the man with the dogs I'll haunt you and follow you to work That ghost is back again Creep into you, I won't go away You're taking yourself too seriously I smile as you frown and turn to walk away Your habits for all to see I see a shrew, I see you And the rodent things you do You see you, I see you And you're pretty self-conscious too And I'm gonna crack your mask Yeah, and I'm gonna laugh Open wide Saw you again, you'll see me tomorrow Curse of the man with the dogs You may not like me, you won't forget me Not safe even in Walgreen's They've seen me, ask your friends, oh, I know him Seen but I'm never heard by your lot A stare is worth a thousand biting phrases See how stupid you are? I dare you, I dare you To erase my laser tattoo You see you, you see you And you're pretty self-conscious too And I'm gonna crack your mask Yeah, and I'm gonna laugh What's inside? Is it pubic hair? Is it cobweb air? I'll bet you just don't care |
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from Dead Kennedys - Give Me Convenience Or Give Me Death (2003)
Who's that kid in the back of the room?
Who's that kid in the back of the room? He's setting all his papers on fire He's setting all his papers on fire Where did he get that crazy smile? Where did he get that crazy smile? We all think he's really weird We all think he's really weird We never talk to him He never looks quite right He laughs at us so we just beat him up What he sees escapes our sight We never see him with the girls We never see him with the girls He's talking to himself again He's talking to himself again Why doesn't he want tons of friends? Why doesn't he want tons of friends? Says he's bored when we hang around Says he's bored when we hang around We never talk to him He never looks quite right He laughs at us so we just beat him up What he sees escapes our sight We're all planning our careers We're all planning our careers We're all planning our careers He says we're growing old |
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from Dead Kennedys - Give Me Convenience Or Give Me Death (2003)
You used to be a partner in crime
Now you say you ain't got the time Gotta get serious, gotta plan Gotta pass those entrance exams Oh my god It's your senior year All you care about is your career It's your life sentence Life sentence Life sentence Life sentence You're squelching your emotions All you talk about is old times You don't do what you want to But you do the same thing everyday No sense of humor But such good manners Now you're an adult You're boring It's your life sentence Life sentence Life sentence Life sentence The walls are closing in You stayed too long in school I'd rather stay a child And keep my self-respect If being an adult Means being like you Are you really you, you, you? You you, you, you, you, you Are you really you? No! You're a chained-up dog fenced in a yard Don't see much, you can't go far Pace and froth, you're getting sick Run too fast and it'll snap your neck You say you'll break out But you never do You're just another ant in the hill It's your life sentence Life sentence Life sentence Life sentence Life sentence Life sentence Life sentence |
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from Dead Kennedys - Give Me Convenience Or Give Me Death (2003)
Some clown in Sacramento was dragged into court
He shot his lawnmower, it disobeyed, it wouldn't start Might makes right, it's the American way They fined him $60 and sent him on his way You know some people Don't take no shit Maybe if they did They'd have half a brain left You know some people Don't take no shit Maybe if they did They'd have half a brain left |
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from Dead Kennedys - Give Me Convenience Or Give Me Death (2003)
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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from Dead Kennedys - Give Me Convenience Or Give Me Death (2003)
Drinking beer in the hot sun
I fought the law and I won, I fought the law and I won I needed sex and I got mine I fought the law and I won, I fought the law and I won The law don't mean shit if you've got the right friends That's how this country's run Twinkies are the best friend I've ever had I fought the law and I won, I fought the law and I won I blew George and Harvey's brains out with my six-gun I fought the law and I won, I fought the law and I won Gonna write my book and make a million I fought the law and I won, I fought the law and I won I'm the new folk hero of the Ku Klux Klan My cop friends think that's fine You can get away with murder if you've got a badge I fought the law and I won, I fought the law and I won I fought the law and I won I am the law so I won |
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from Dead Kennedys - Give Me Convenience Or Give Me Death (2003)
There's a prefab building and a funny smell
Around the hills outside of town Every now and then we wonder But we shrug our shoulders and get back to work There's a railroad there and trains go by And there's people locked in cattle cars And have you noticed the french fries at the A&W Taste a little strange? I drive down to the disco Pompadour and pink lamme I bow and blow the doorman He parts the chain, says "Join the game" A quick line in the girls room To the bar for the electrodes A coin into the right slit Tape my temple, watch me go Blacks are banned, except on the records Oh, life's a cabaret Like in Berlin, 1930 All I crave is my escape Now I want your perfect Barbie-doll lips And I want your perfect Barbie-doll eyes Run my fingers down your Barbie-doll dress Up and down your spandex ass If I lit a match for you You'd melt before my eyes Come here, my pretty glow worm You look so fine so dance with me The fly-eye lights are throbbing I'm burning up the floor Whirling, twirling Close my eyes, no faces judging me But I want your perfect Barbie-doll lips And I want your perfect Barbie-doll eyes Slip my fingers down your Barbie-doll dress Up and down your spandex ass A Hitler youth in jogging suit Smiling face band 'round his arm Says "Line up, you've got work to do We need dog food for the poor" A scream bleats out, we're herded into lines Customized vans wait outside I'm getting scared of my new home To Auschwitz condominiums we go Now I want your perfect Barbie-doll lips And I want your perfect Barbie-doll eyes Let my fingers down your dress One more time |
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from Dead Kennedys - Give Me Convenience Or Give Me Death (2003)
I'm tired of self-respect, I can't afford a car
I want to be a prefab superstar I want to be a tool, don't need no soul Want to make big money playing rock and roll I'll make my music boring, I'll play my music slow I ain't no artist, I'm a businessman, no ideas of my own I won't offend or rock the boat Just sex and drugs and rock and roll Drool, drool, drool, drool, drool, drool My Payola! Drool, drool, drool, drool, drool, drool My Payola! You'll pay ten bucks to see me on a fifteen foot high stage Fat ass bouncers kick the shit out of kids who try to dance If my friends say I've lost my guts I'll laugh and say that's rock and roll But there's just one problem... Is my cock big enough, is my brain small enough For you to make me a star? Give me a toot, I'll sell you my soul Pull my strings and I'll go far Give me a toot, I'll sell you my soul Pull my strings and I'll go far And when I'm rich and meet Bob Hope We'll shoot some golf and shoot some dope Is my cock big enough, is my brain small enough For you to make me a star? Give me a toot, I'll sell you my soul Pull my strings and I'll go far Is my cock big enough, is my brain small enough For you to make me a star? Is my cock big enough, is my brain small enough For you to make me a star? Is my cock big enough, is my brain small enough For you to make me a star? Give me a toot, I'll sell you my soul Pull my strings and I'll go far Give me a toot, I'll sell you my soul Pull my strings and I'll go far And drool, drool, drool, drool, drool, drool My Payola! Drool, drool, drool, drool, drool, drool My Payola! |
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from Dead Kennedys - Give Me Convenience Or Give Me Death (2003)
"Rick Wakeman, eat your heart out. Here we go!"
I like short songs I like short songs I like short songs I like short songs I like short songs I like short songs (I like short songs) I like short songs (I like short songs) I like short songs (I like short songs) I like short songs (I like short songs) I like short songs! |
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from Dead Kennedys - Give Me Convenience Or Give Me Death (2003)
You're from out of town
I can tell that by your shoes Flew in for the convention Getting tipsy in a bar You're leaving pretty late Gotta get up in the morning Thinking she's just too expensive And you know you're probably right There's no one on the streets And you can't find your hotel You walk a little faster Someone's following you The wallet-size bulge In your double-knit butt Has money for me And maybe credit cards You dart around the next corner You can't look around Quick now, fish for the keys for the door You don't even know where you are You walk a little faster I walk a little faster Sensing that I sense you Now there's no escape I can almost taste your dandruff As I reach for your face And I strike |
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from Dead Kennedys - Give Me Convenience Or Give Me Death (2003)
Ray's guitar broke. No, we won't play Rawhide, won't play anything. We'll play the theme from the Dinah Shore show. Who wants to be Dinah Shore? Who's alter-ego is Dinah Shore? Oh, his fists didn't go up so quickly this time. Yawn...yawn..yawn. Put those headphones on, it's be-bop time.
I want to tell you a story about the last time I was in Portland. The night before we played at the Long Goodbye. I was walking on the street about 10:30 at night. A lot of people go to bed around here at 10:30 at night. And well, I was walking along when suddenly these jocks in this bright blue pickup drove up. It had KC lights, tractor tires, everything but the CB. It was a life-size Hot Wheels car for some dumb rich kid, right. Well, they drove up to me and they yelled what dumb rich kids usually yell, "Hey, faggot," and showered me with some water. So, I stood there thinking, what a bunch of fuckheads and picked up a rock. Now, I waited, walked down about a block to where the Kentucky Fried Chicken is, on Burnside, and sure enough they drove around again. They said, "Hey, faggot, where's the nearest McDonald's?" I said, "I don't know" and they squirted me again. So I threw the rock and put a nice-size dent in their giant Hot Wheels car. They screached to a halt in the parking lot of some department store, who's name I don't remember, it's up the street from Fred Meyer, and they got out their clubs and they ran after me, yelling, "We're gonna kill you, you god damn faggot, we're gonna kill you, you motherfucker." So I got in a phonebooth by the Kentucky Fried Chicken on Burnside, held my legs straight out like this so they couldn't open the door to the phonebooth. So they began charging the phonebooth, beating on it with their club, yelling, "We're gonna kill you, you motherfucker, we're gonna kill you, you god damn faggot." I just looked at them. So, there was a crowd gathering by this time and these kids were standing nearby and they said, "Oh, look at him, he's insane." I thought, ah-hah, here's my way out. I yelled at them, "Take me to a mental hospital right away. I wanna be be put away. Please put me away, c'mon, call the cops and put me away. Please put me away now." They said, "Alright, faggot, we're calling the police." So they called the police. The cop comes out and I go, ah, my savior, I'm away from these jocks. He opens up the door, "Get out of there, you," throws me up against the car, frisks me, shoves me in the back. Then he goes over to the jocks, "Now what happened here? It looks like we're going have to take him to jail but we got to have the full story first" So the jocks, who had an ace in the hole, ace in the hole [Take down on the bass, a little bit down on the bass. Yeah], ace in the hole, and they go, "Well, goddammit, the motherfucker put a dent in my truck, a $5000 truck, right, so I got my club, I went out and I wanted to kill him. I want to kill him. Let me kill him, goddammit. Let me kill him." So the cop made them go home, and he drove me home, and he confiscated their club and my rock as further evidence. And I thought, so this is Oregon, huh? Tolerent Oregon? Ray, are you done with your guitar yet? He isn't done yet. So what else do you want to hear, I'm out of stories. That's a true story, too. Just ask Bruce Loose. |
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from Dead Kennedys - Give Me Convenience Or Give Me Death (2003)
Buzzbomb buzzbomb macho-mobile
The road's my slave, that's how I feel I cruise alone, I cruise real far Shoo young punk! I love my car Cross Nevada at a 110 Highway 50 and there's nobody there Sign says, 'Next sign 30 miles!'… My pension comes? Each penny saved buys more escape from home I'd rather carouse around all day Than move into a home Plow through rest area San-o-Lets Splat goes the lonely salesman Still wanking in the men's room… Buzzbomb buzzbomb tape up loud Lawrence Welk cranked up to 10 Faster faster in my car Buzzbomb is my pride and joy King of the trailer court Waiting for a nice young man Who'll love me for my car Who tells me why I'm cool Tells me just what I like When I pretend he's here Shred through Palm Springs across the golf course Cops 'round here scratching their heads Flashing sirens, State patrol…uh oh They're scuffing up the side of my car They're shooting out my tires This ain't no way to go to heaven Buzzbomb cornered at the 7-11 |
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from Dead Kennedys - Plastic Surgery Disasters/In God We Trust, Inc. (2003)
Punk ain't no religious cult
Punk means thinking for yourself You ain't hardcore 'cause you spike your hair When a jock still lives inside your head Nazi punks, Nazi punks Nazi punks fuck off! Nazi punks, Nazi punks Nazi punks fuck off! If you've come to fight, get outta here You ain't no better than the bouncers We ain't trying to be police When you ape the cops it ain't anarchy Nazi punks, Nazi punks Nazi punks fuck off! Nazi punks, Nazi punks Nazi punks fuck off! Ten guys jump one, what a man You fight each other, the police state wins Stab your backs when you trash our halls Trash a bank if you've got real balls You still think swastikas look cool The real Nazis run your schools They're coaches, businessmen and cops In a real fourth Reich you'll be the first to go Nazi punks, Nazi punks Nazi punks fuck off! Nazi punks, Nazi punks Nazi punks fuck off! You'll be the first to go You'll be the first to go You'll be the first to go Unless you think |
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from Dead Kennedys - Fresh Fruit For Rotting Vegetables (2006)
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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from Dead Kennedys - Fresh Fruit For Rotting Vegetables (2006)
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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from Dead Kennedys - Fresh Fruit For Rotting Vegetables (2006)
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 |
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from Dead Kennedys - Fresh Fruit For Rotting Vegetables (2006)
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 |
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from Dead Kennedys - Fresh Fruit For Rotting Vegetables (2006)
I don't want to think, don't make me care
I want to melt in with the group I need the balls to leap out of my shell And let go with my friends Can't come up with anything I want to do I need a project I can finish My brain needs some stimulation Drug me Drug me Drug me Drug me I'm so fucking tired, I gotta stay awake I'm running late Gotta make it through the day And make my time go by TV and the stereo and girls are lots of fun I want the max I relate better loaded Gotta see that movie stoned Drug me Drug me Drug me Drug Drug me with natural vitamin C Drug me with pharmaceutical speed Drug me with your sleeping pills Drug me with your crossword puzzles Drug me with your magazines Drug me with your fuck machines With a fountain of fads, more rock and roll ads Drug me, drug me, drug me, me, me Finally off of work Unwind and watch the ball game at the bar Another potato chip weekend Is here at last Go away, go away, go away Go away Leave me alone So I can't see myself Drug me Drug me Drug me Drug me |
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from Dead Kennedys - Fresh Fruit For Rotting Vegetables (2006)
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 |
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from Dead Kennedys - Fresh Fruit For Rotting Vegetables (2006)
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 Go crazy, crazy Crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy 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 Go crazy, crazy Crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy 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 Go crazy, crazy Crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy 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 |
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from Dead Kennedys - Fresh Fruit For Rotting Vegetables (2006)
God told me to skin you alive...
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 |
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from Dead Kennedys - Fresh Fruit For Rotting Vegetables (2006)
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 |
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from Dead Kennedys - Fresh Fruit For Rotting Vegetables (2006)
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 |
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from Dead Kennedys - Fresh Fruit For Rotting Vegetables (2006)
In a desperate mind
Little gardens grow They grow very wide They grow very tall Why am I alive? Urban wonderland By the fence I stand In and out of hand There are many paths Dripping dark, so dense Do not enter here Enter over there Why am I alive? Urban wonderland By the fence I stand In and out of hand People closing in Barking at my mind Shoving me to wine I want all alone I want my own home I want my own girl Help me hate the world Own and love my life Why am I alive? Urban wonderland By the fence I stand In and out of hand |
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from Dead Kennedys - Fresh Fruit For Rotting Vegetables (2006)
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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from Dead Kennedys - Fresh Fruit For Rotting Vegetables (2006)
(^o^) 음질최강 (^o^) M-net
♠ Curtain Greeting ♠ M-net ♬ ♡ ( 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 ♬ ♡ ( Endlude ) ♡ ♬ M-net (^o^) 음질최강 <7171> (^o^) M-net |
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from Dead Kennedys - Plastic Surgery Disasters/In God We Trust, Inc. (2003)
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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from Dead Kennedys - Plastic Surgery Disasters/In God We Trust, Inc. (2003)
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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from Dead Kennedys - Plastic Surgery Disasters/In God We Trust, Inc. (2003)
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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from Dead Kennedys - Plastic Surgery Disasters/In God We Trust, Inc. (2003)
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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from Dead Kennedys - Plastic Surgery Disasters/In God We Trust, Inc. (2003)
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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from Dead Kennedys - Plastic Surgery Disasters/In God We Trust, Inc. (2003)
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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from Dead Kennedys - Plastic Surgery Disasters/In God We Trust, Inc. (2003)
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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from Dead Kennedys - Plastic Surgery Disasters/In God We Trust, Inc. (2003)
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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from Dead Kennedys - Plastic Surgery Disasters/In God We Trust, Inc. (2003)
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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from Dead Kennedys - Plastic Surgery Disasters/In God We Trust, Inc. (2003)
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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from Dead Kennedys - Plastic Surgery Disasters/In God We Trust, Inc. (2003)
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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from Dead Kennedys - Plastic Surgery Disasters/In God We Trust, Inc. (2003)
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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from Dead Kennedys - Plastic Surgery Disasters/In God We Trust, Inc. (2003)
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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from Dead Kennedys - Plastic Surgery Disasters/In God We Trust, Inc. (2003)
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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from Dead Kennedys - Plastic Surgery Disasters/In God We Trust, Inc. (2003)
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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from Dead Kennedys - Plastic Surgery Disasters/In God We Trust, Inc. (2003)
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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from Dead Kennedys - Plastic Surgery Disasters/In God We Trust, Inc. (2003)
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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from Dead Kennedys - Plastic Surgery Disasters/In God We Trust, Inc. (2003)
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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from Dead Kennedys - Plastic Surgery Disasters/In God We Trust, Inc. (2003)
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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from Dead Kennedys - Plastic Surgery Disasters/In God We Trust, Inc. (2003)
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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from Dead Kennedys - Frankenchrist (2004)
We're sorry but you're no longer needed
Or wanted, or even cared about here Machines can do a better job than you And this is what you get for asking questions The unions agree sacrifices must be made Computers never go on strike To save the working man You got to put him out to pasture Looks like we'll have to let you go Doesn't it feel fulfilling to know That you, the human being, are now obsolete And there's nothing in hell we'll let you do about it Soup is good food You make a good meal Now how do you feel to be shit out our ass And thrown in the cold like a piece of trash? We're sorry, you'll just have to leave Unemployment runs out after just six weeks How does it feel to be a budget cut? You're snipped, you no longer exist Your number's been purged from our central computer So we can rig the facts and sweep you under the rug See our chart? Unemployment's going down If that ruins your life, that's your problem Soup is good food You make a good meal Now how do you feel to be shit out our ass And thrown in the cold? We're sorry, we hate to interrupt But it's against the law to jump off this bridge You'll just have to kill yourself somewhere else A tourist might see you and we wouldn't want that I'm just doing my job, you know So say uncle and we'll take you to the mental health zoo Force-feed you mind-melting chemicals 'Til even the outside world looks great In high-tech science research labs It costs too much to bury all the dead The mutilated disease-injected Surplus rats who can't be used anymore So they're dumped, with no minister present in a spiraling corkscrew dispose-all unit Ground into sludge and flushed away We don't need you anymore We don't need you anymore Soup is good food You make a good meal Now how do you feel to be shit out our ass And thrown in the cold like a piece of trash? We know how much you'd like to die We joke about it on our coffee breaks But we're paid to force you to have a nice day In the wonderful world we made just for you "Poor rats," we human rodents chuckle At least we get a dignified cremation And yet at 6:00 tomorrow morning It's time to get up and go to work |
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from Dead Kennedys - Frankenchrist (2004)
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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from Dead Kennedys - Frankenchrist (2004)
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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from Dead Kennedys - Frankenchrist (2004)
In lonely gas stations with mini-marts
You'll find rows of them for sale Liquor-filled statues of Elvis Presley Screw his head off and drink like a vampire His disciples flock to such a fitting shrine Sprawled across from his graceless mansion A shopping mall filled With prayer rugs and Elvis dolls And I wonder, yeah, I wonder Will Elvis take the place of Jesus in a thousand years? Religious wars, barbaric laws Bloodshed worldwide over what's left of his myth A growing boy needs his lunch A growing boy needs his lunch When pesticides get banned, we're safe up north We just sell them to those other countries Soon there's lots of exotic deformed babies Somehow that's not our fault Just dip 'em in glaze, paint 'em orange and green For the Arizona roadside stands To sell alongside Plaster burros and bird baths And I wonder, yeah, I wonder Why so many insects around us feed off the dead? Death squads, starvation Foreign aid, just leave it to the magic of the marketplace A growing boy needs his lunch A growing boy needs his lunch Everyone should just love each other Dip your toe into the fire Drop your guns and lawsuits and love each other Life begins beyond the bunker And while you're busy hugging in the streets Outgrowing your hatred for all to feel Jiminy Cricket's found a game to play Stick your neck out and trust it'll be chopped away Jimmy through your locked front doors Rifle through your sacred drawers Line my pockets, deface your dreams 'Til the cows come home to me, to me, all for me Nibbling like an earwig winding through your brain Bound like Lawrence Harvey spread-eagle to a bed The migraine gets worse when we find out we lay eggs And no one in all of Borneo can hear you scream A growing boy needs his lunch A growing boy needs his lunch A growing boy needs his lunch Turn on, tune in, cop out Dropkick, turn in, tune out |
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from Dead Kennedys - Frankenchrist (2004)
Another rainy morning mingling at the market
Bartering for food for another day Rifle shots ring out behind the crumbling buildings Executions have begun Sprawled in the square are today's broken bodies Lots to pick clean if you're first and quick Rifle through their pockets, peel off their clothes To wear or sell when you wash out the blood Run, my little brother Run to the chicken farm Opportunity is calling You might even find a watch We're going down to the chicken farm We're going down to the chicken farm We're going down to the chicken farm We're going down to the chicken farm Napalm rains no more but war goes on Little brother died playing at the dump today He found a new toy and held it up proud Then it blew him to bits How many more children Will be killed or die at birth? Deformed by Agent Orange In our food chain forever more? We're going down to the chicken farm We're going down to the chicken farm We're going down to the chicken farm We're going down to the chicken farm This time we'll buy our way out I've got a plan, you wait and see I smuggled you this map In the gash I sliced in my thigh I hope I'm there to join you, love We're blown to pieces one by one in this camp We crawl shaking through the fields at gunpoint all day To defuse leftover landmines by hand We shiver on the deck and stiffen for the worst If the pirates come around we might as well be dead We'll be thrown in the sea or butchered if we're women All in the name of gold One foot in a land we can barely understand Can't speak the tongue of Yankee hospitality Our kids at school get beat up To the tune of "Boat people, go home" Sliced with a machete From the breast of our homeland Our new world tries to spit us out But it sure beats the chicken farm We're going down to the chicken farm We're going down to the chicken farm We're going down to the chicken farm We're going down to the chicken farm |
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from Dead Kennedys - Frankenchrist (2004)
You really like gorillas?
We've got just the pet for you It's the way you're forced to act to survive our schools Make your whole life revolve around sports, walk tough, don't act too smart Be a mean machine, then we'll help you get ahead Jock-o-Rama, save my soul We're under the thumb of the beef patrol The future of America is in their hands Watch it roll over Niagara Falls Pep rally in the holy temple and you're forced to go Masturbate en masse with the favored religious cult Cheerleaders yell "ra ra team" from the locker room parades the prime beef When archaeologists dig this up they'll either laugh or cry Jock-o-Rama on the brain Redneck-a-thon driving me insane The future of America is in their hands Watch it roll over Niagara Falls Unzip that old-time religion On the almighty football field Beer bellies of all ages Come to watch the gladiators bleed "Now boys, this game ain't played for fun You're going out there to win How do you win? Get out there and snap the other guy's knee" Beat 'em up! Beat 'em up! Ra Ra Ra! Snap those spinal cords Ha Ha Ha! Beat 'em up! Beat 'em up! Ra Ra Ra! Snap those spinal cords Ha Ha Ha! The star quarterback lies injured Unconscious on the football field Looks like his neck's been broken Seems to happen somewhere every year His mom and dad clutch themselves and cry Their favorite son will never walk again Coach says "That boy gave a hundred percent What spirit, what a man!" But who cares? Game's over! Let's go get wasted, man! To the 7-11, to the liquor store! Let's party all night and party some more! Another Trans-Am's wrapped itself around a telephone pole "I ain't drunk officer, I just fell getting out of my car" "Don't worry about it, son, we were that way when we were young You've got all the skills to make a damn good businessman" Jock-o-Rama, save my soul We're under the thumb of the beef patrol The future of America is in their hands Watch it roll over Niagara Falls Jock-o-Rama, that's the law Come lick the butts of the beef patrol If the future of America is handed to them Watch it roll over Niagara Falls |
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from Dead Kennedys - Frankenchrist (2004)
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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from Dead Kennedys - Frankenchrist (2004)
If your machine might slip a gear
Push this button to help it clear Your time card says that your name's Joe But we'll call you 6-3-0 I'm working at my job I'm so happy More boring by the day But they pay me All that time spent going to school Just to end up following rules I'm working at my job I'm so happy More boring by the day But they pay me Now it's time to take a break Don't stray too far or you'll be late Thank for for your service and a long career Glad you gave us your best years I'm working at my job I'm so happy More boring by the day But they pay me |
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from Dead Kennedys - Frankenchrist (2004)
Finally got to Washington in the middle of the night
I couldn't wait, I headed straight for the Capitol Mall My heart began to pound, yahoo, it really exists The American International Pictures logo I looked up at that Capitol building, couldn't help but wonder why I felt like saying "Hello, old friend" Walked up the hill to touch it, then I unzipped my pants And pissed on it when nobody was looking Like a great eternal Klansman with his two flashing red eyes Turn around, he's always watching The Washington Monument pricks the sky Flags for pubic hair ringed 'round the bottom The symbols of our heritage lit up proudly in the night Somehow fits to see the homeless people passed out on the lawn So this is where it happens, the power games and the bribes All lobbying for a piece of ass of the stars and stripes of corruption Makes me feel so ashamed to be an American When we're too stuck up to learn from our mistakes Trying to start another Vietnam like fiddling while Rome burns at home The boss says you're laid off, blame the Japanese America's back, alright, at the game it plays the worst Strip mining the world like a slave plantation No wonder others hate us and the Hitlers we handpick To bleed their people dry for our evil empire The drug we're fed to make us like it is God and country with a bang People we know who should know better Howl "America rules, let's go to war!" Business scams are what's worth dying for But are the Soviets are worst enemy? We're destroying ourselves instead Who cares about our civil rights as long as I get paid The blind me-generation doesn't care if life's a lie So easily used, so proud to enforce the stars and stripes of corruption Let's bring it all down Let's bring It all down Let's bring it all down Down, down, down, down, down Tell me who's the real patriots, the Archie Bunker slobs waving flags Or the people with the guts to work for some real change? Rednecks and bombs don't make us strong, we loot the world, yet we can't even feed ourselves Our real test of strength is caring, not the war toys we sell the world Just carry on, thankful to be farmed like worms Old glory for a blanket as you suck on your thumbs Real freedom scares you 'cause it means responsibility So you chicken out and threaten me Saying, "Love it or leave it," I'll get beat up if I criticize it You say you'll fight to the death to save your useless flag If you want a banana republic that bad Why don't you go move to one? But what can just one of us do Against all that money and power trying to crush us into roaches? We don't destroy society in a day Until we change ourselves first from the inside out We can start by not lying so much And treating other people like dirt It's easy not to base our lives on how much we can scam And you know it feels good to lift that monkey off our back I'm thankful I live in a place where I can say the things I do Without being taken out and shot So I'm on guard against the goons trying to take my rights away We've got to rise above the need for cops and laws Let kids learn communication instead of schools pushing competition How about more art and theater instead of sports? People will always do drugs, let's legalize them, crime drops when the mob can't price them Budget's in the red, let's tax religion No one will do it for us, we'll just have to fix ourselves Honesty ain't all that hard Just put Rambo back inside your pants Causing trouble for the system is much more fun Thank you for the toilet paper, but your flag is meaningless to me Look around, we're all people, who needs countries anyway? Our land, I love it too, I think I love it more than you I care enough to fight the stars and stripes of corruption Let's bring it all down Let's bring it all down, let's bring it all down If we don't try, if we just lie If we can't find a way to do it better than this, who will? |
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from Dead Kennedys - Bedtime For Democracy (2004)
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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from Dead Kennedys - Bedtime For Democracy (2004)
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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from Dead Kennedys - Bedtime For Democracy (2004)
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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from Dead Kennedys - Bedtime For Democracy (2004)
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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from Dead Kennedys - Bedtime For Democracy (2004)
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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from Dead Kennedys - Bedtime For Democracy (2004)
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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from Dead Kennedys - Bedtime For Democracy (2004)
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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from Dead Kennedys - Bedtime For Democracy (2004)
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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from Dead Kennedys - Bedtime For Democracy (2004)
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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from Dead Kennedys - Bedtime For Democracy (2004)
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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from Dead Kennedys - Bedtime For Democracy (2004)
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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from Dead Kennedys - Bedtime For Democracy (2004)
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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from Dead Kennedys - Bedtime For Democracy (2004)
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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from Dead Kennedys - Bedtime For Democracy (2004)
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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from Dead Kennedys - Bedtime For Democracy (2004)
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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from Dead Kennedys - Bedtime For Democracy (2004)
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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from Dead Kennedys - Bedtime For Democracy (2004)
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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from Dead Kennedys - Bedtime For Democracy (2004)
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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from Dead Kennedys - Give Me Convenience Or Give Me Death (2003)
Greetings... This is the Secretary at the State Department of the United States... We have a problem. The companies want something done about this sluggish world economic situation... Profits have been running a little thin lately and we need to stimulate some growth... Now we know there's an alarming high number of young people roaming around in your country with nothing to do but stir up trouble for the police and damage private property. It doesn't look like they'll ever get a job... It's about time we did something constructive with these people... We've got thousands of 'em here too. They're crawling all over... The companies think it's time we all sit down, have a serious get-together - and start another war... The president? He loves the idea! All those missiles streaming overhead to and fro... Napalm... People running down the road, skin on fire... The Soviets seem up for it... The Kremlin's been itching for the real thing for years. Hell, Afghanistan's no fun... So whadya say?... We don't even have to win this war. We just want to cut down on some of this excess population... Now look. Just start up a draft; draft as many of those people as you can. We'll call up every last youngster we can get our hands on, hand 'em some speed, give 'em an hour or two to learn how to use an automatic riffle and send 'em on their way... Libya? El Salvador? How 'bout Northern Ireland? Or a 'moderately repressive regime' in South America? We'll just cook up a good Soviet threat story in the Middle East - we need that oil... We had Libya all ready to go and Colonel Khadafy's hit squad didn't even show up. I tell ya... that man is unreliable. The Kremlin had their fingers on the button just like we did for that one... Now just think for a minute - we can make this war so big - so BIG... The more people we kill in this war, the more the economy will prosper... We can get rid of practically everybody on your dole queues if we plan this right. Take every loafer on welfare right off our computer rolls... Now don't worry about those demonstrators - just pump up your drug supply. So many people have hooked themselves on heroin and amphetamines since we took over, it's just like Vietnam. We had everybody so busy with LSD they never got too strong. Kept the war functioning just fine... It's easy. We've got our college kids so interested in beer they don't even care if we start manufacturing germ bombs again. Put a nuclear stockpile in their back yard, they wouldn't even know what it looked like... So how 'bout it? Look - war is money. The arms manufacturers tell me unless we get our bomb factories up to full production the whole economy is going to collapse... The Soviets are in the same boat. We all agree the time has come for the big one, so whadya say?!?... That's excellent. We knew you'd agree... the companies will be very pleased.
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from Dead Kennedys - Live At The Deaf Club (2004) | |||||
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from Dead Kennedys - Live At The Deaf Club (2004)
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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from Dead Kennedys - Live At The Deaf Club (2004)
I am no one
But I am well known For I am the Man With the Dogs I stare at you shopping Watch while you're walking Two dogs run around your toes You turn around Two eyes break you down 'Now who does that guy think he's starin' at?' Stop in your tracks You're being laughed at Your armored ego is nude And I do and I do Crack up 'cos I'm getting to you I see you I see you And you're pretty self-conscious too Down to you church I'm looking for victims Spell of the Man With the Dogs I'll haunt you And follow you to work That ghost is back again Creep into you I won't go away You're taking yourself too seriously I smile as you frown And turn to walk away Your habits for all to see I see a shrew I see you And the rodent things you do You see you I see you And you're pretty self-conscious too And I'm gonna crack your mask Yeah, and I'm gonna laugh Open wide... Saw you again You'll see me tomorrow Curse of the Man With the Dogs You may not like me You won't forget me Not safe even in Walgreen's They've seen me Ask your friends 'Oh I know him' Seen but I'm never heard By your lot A stare Is worth a thousand biting phrases See how stupid you are? I dare you I dare you To erase my laser tattoo You see you you see you And you're pretty self-conscious too And I'm gonna crack your mask Yeah, and I'm gonna laugh What's inside? Is it pubic hair Is it cobweb air I bet you just don't care... |
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from Dead Kennedys - Live At The Deaf Club (2004)
In a desperate mind
Little gardens grow They grow very wide They grow very tall Why am I alive? Urban wonderland By the fence I stand In and out of hand There are many paths Dripping dark, so dense Do not enter here Enter over there Why am I alive? Urban wonderland By the fence I stand In and out of hand People closing in Barking at my mind Shoving me to wine I want all alone I want my own home I want my own girl Help me hate the world Own and love my life Why am I alive? Urban wonderland By the fence I stand In and out of hand |
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from Dead Kennedys - Live At The Deaf Club (2004)
Sixteen, on the honor roll
I wish that I was dead Parents hate me, I got zits And bruises around my head Pressure's on to get good grades So I can be like them Do my homework all the time I can't go out just then People they ain't friends at all They tease and suck me dry Yell at me when I fuck up And party while I cry I look so big on paper I feel so very small Want to die and you don't care Just stride on down the hall Suicide, suicide Read the paper, wonder why Turn the light out, then you cry It's your fault, you made me die Touch me, won't you touch me now? So frozen I can't love When I was born my mama cried And picked me up with gloves Girls, they kick me in the eye Want answers to the tests When they get them they drive off And leave me home to rest Hold my head, make me warm Tell me I am loved Give me hope, let me cry Make me feel, give me touch The window's broken, bleeding, screaming Lying in the hall I'm gone, no one remembers me A picture on the wall "He was such a bright boy The future in his hands" Or a spineless human pinball Shot around by your demands Suicide, suicide Going to sleep and when I die You'll wise up and realize Then look down and wipe your eyes And then go back to your stupid lives Aw, shit! |
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from Dead Kennedys - Live At The Deaf Club (2004)
"Rick Wakeman, eat your heart out. Here we go!"
I like short songs I like short songs I like short songs I like short songs I like short songs I like short songs (I like short songs) I like short songs (I like short songs) I like short songs (I like short songs) I like short songs (I like short songs) I like short songs! |
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from Dead Kennedys - Live At The Deaf Club (2004)
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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from Dead Kennedys - Live At The Deaf Club (2004)
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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from Dead Kennedys - Live At The Deaf Club (2004)
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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from Dead Kennedys - Live At The Deaf Club (2004) |