Dead Kennedys Lyrics

Fresh Fruit for Rotting Vegetables
1980
KILL THE POOR
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
With 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…Tonight
Behold the sparkle 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…Tonight
FORWARD TO DEATH
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
This world brings me down

Gag with every breath
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

Gag with every breath
WHEN YA GET DRAFTED
Are you believing the morning papers?

War is coming back in style
There’s generals here, advisers there
And Russians nibbling everywhere
The chessboard’s filling up with red
We make more profits when we blow off their heads
Economy is looking bad

Let’s start another war, when ya get drafted
Fan the fires of racist hatred
We want a 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
That 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
LET’S LYNCH THE LANDLORD
The landlord’s here to visit

They’re blasting disco down below
Sez, “I’m doubling the rent
Cos the building’s condemned
You’re gonna help me buy City Hall”
But we can, you know we can

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

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 over on, it smells like Dachau, yeah
‘Til the rain pours through the ceiling

Let’s lynch the landlord, man
DRUG ME
I don’t want to think

Don’t make me care
I wanna 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 and get to work
I’m runnin’ late
I 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
“Got to see the movie stoned”
Drug Me Drug Me Drug Me
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
Go away leave me alone
So I can’t see myself
Drug Me Drug Me Drug Me Drug Me
YOUR EMOTIONS
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
You’re so boring boring boring

Always tape machine recording
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

Always tape machine recording
Your emotions make you a monster
CHEMICAL WARFARE
Down at the arsenal they keep the nerve gasses

Guarded day and night by caged white rabbits
Been sitting there for years
I’m gonna have at it
I cut through the fence, run right in and grab it
Go crazy crazy crazy crazy…
Now I got my 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
Chokin’ shakin’ in convulsions
Go crazy crazy crazy crazy…
Chemical Warfare Chemical Warfare

Chemical Warfare Warfare Warfare
Panic in the air

See the headless chickens runnin’
Golf carts head on crashin’
Crackin’ heads wide open
Scratch the grass, mister, you can’t breathe
And roll and writhe in a sand trap
Starting to heave
Claw those clubs, lemme see you seethe
Crazy crazy crazy crazy crazy crazy
Chemical Warfare Chemical Warfare

Chemical Warfare Warfare Warfare
Yellow air, yellow clouds
Blowin’ down down down the fairway
Sensitive to the touch
Movin’ down the putting green
Heading straight for the big club house
Where the stuffed country club effervescent ladies
So carefree, relax, pose by the pool
Limber limp with a dry martini
Until…
CALIFORNIA ÜBER ALLES
I am Governor Jerry Brown

My aura smiles and never frowns
Soon I will be president…
Carter power will soon go away

I will be Führer one day
I will command all of you
Your kids will meditate in school
California Uber Alles

Uber Alles California
Zen fascists will control you

100% natural
You will jog for the master race
And always wear the happy face
Close your eyes, can’t happen here
Big Bro’ on white horse is near
The hippies won’t come back you say
Mellow out or you will pay

Now it is 1984
Knock knock at your front door
It’s the suede denim secret police
They have come for your uncool niece
Come quietly to the camp

You’d look nice as a drawstring lamp
Don’t you worry, it’s only a shower
For your clothes here’s a pretty flower
Die on organic poison gas

Serpent’s egg’s already hatched
You will croak, you little clown
When you mess with President Brown

I KILL CHILDREN
I kill children
I love to see them die
I kill children
And make their mammas cry
Crush ‘em under my car
I wanna hear them scream
Feed ‘em poison candy
To spoil their Halloween
So you’re in the kids’ ward

You’re in there ‘cos you’re ill
Now 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 until I get my revenge
I don’t wanna see people any more
Things I never saw before

Make me see 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, to make their mammas cry
I kill children, I bang their heads in doors
I kill children, can hardly wait for yours…
STEALING PEOPLE’S MAIL
We ain’t goin’ to the party

We ain’t goin’ to the game
We ain’t goin’ to the disco
Ain’t gonna cruise down Main
We’re stealing people’s mail

Stealing people’s mail
Stealing people’s mail
On a Friday night
Drivin’ in the mountains
Winding ‘round and ‘round
Rummage through your mailboxes
Take your mail back to town
We got license plates, wedding gifts, tax return

Checks to politicians from real estate firms
Money, bills and canceled checks
Pretty funny pictures of your kids

On a Friday night
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
Ha Ha
People say that we’re crazy

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…
FUNLAND AT THE BEACH
Sunny Sunday at the amusement park

See the fat kids spill their pop
Oh babe - 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 kids
Adorn the boardwalk
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 those crushed little kids

Adorn the boardwalk
ILL IN THE HEAD
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
People closing in
Barking at my mind
Shoving me to whine
I want all alone
I want my own home

I want my own girl
Help me hate the world
Own and love my life
HOLIDAY IN CAMBODIA
So you been to school for a year or two

And you know you’ve seen it all
In daddy’s car, thinkin’ you’ll go far
Back east your type don’t crawl
Play ethnincky jazz to parade you snazz

On your five grand stereo
Braggin’ that you know how the niggers feel the cold
And the slum’s got so much soul
It’s time to taste what you most fear

Right Guard will not help you here
Brace yourself, my dear…
It’s a holiday in Cambodia

It’s tough, kid, but it’s life
Don’t forget to pack a wife
You’re a star-belly sneech, you suck like a leech

You want everyone to act like you
Kiss ass while you bitch so you can get rich
While 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
Then your head is skewered on a stake
Now you can go where people are one

Now you go where they get things done
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,
And it’s a holiday in Cambodia

Where you’ll do what you’re told
Where the slums got so much soul
VIVA LAS VEGAS
Twilight City gonna set my soul

It's gonna set my soul on fire
Got a whole lot of money that's ready to burn
So get those stakes up high
There's a thousand pretty women waiting out there
They're all waiting, they'll never make air
And I'm just the devil with a lung to spare, so
Viva Las Vegas

Viva Las Vegas
Viva Las Vegas
How I wish that there were more

Than the 24 hours in the day
Even if I ran out of speed, boy
I wouldn't sleep a minute of the way
Oh that blackjack and poker and the roulette wheel
I'll poach your money lost on every deal
All you need is sonar and nerves of steel, so
Viva Las Vegas
Where the neon signs flash your name

The one-arm bandits cash in
All soap's down the drain
Viva Las Vegas
Turning day into nighttime

Turning night into daytime
If you see it once
You'll never be the same again
Gotta keep on running
Gonna have me some money
If it costs me my very last dime
If I wind up broke
Then I'll always remember that
I had a swingin' time
Oh, I'm gonna give it everything I've got
Lady Luck's with me, the dice stay hot
Got coke up my nose to dry away the snot, so
Viva, viva Las Vegas

In God We Trust
1981
RELIGIOUS VOMIT
All religions make me wanna throw up

All religions make me sick
All religions suck
They all claim that they have the truth

They’ll set you free
Just give ‘em money and they’ll set you free
Free for a fee
They 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 make me sick
All religions make me wanna BLEAH
They really make me sick
They really make me Ill
MORAL MAJORITY
You call yourselves 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 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
We’re planning for a war with or without Iran

Building a police state with the Ku 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 Schalfly
Ram it up our cunt, Anita
‘Cause God must be dead
If you’re alive
God must be dead
If you’re alive
HYPERACTIVE CHILD
I’m tired of kissin’ 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 hyperactive child

You’re destructive, you’re too wild
We’re going to calm you down
Now this won’t hurt a bit”
Drag me to the floor

Pullin’ 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…
KEPONE FACTORY
I finally found a job in the paper

Movin’ barrels at a chemical plant
There’s a shiny-looking dust on my fingers
Goin’ 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

Turning people into bonsai trees
Gonna go down to your big metal building

Gonna slam right through your bright metal door
Gonna grab you by your sta-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

At the grimy Kepone factory
DOG BITE
Dog bite
On my leg
Not right
Supposed to beg
Daily to the filling station

Underwater navigation
Oh
Oh
Oh…
NAZI PUNKS FUCK OFF
Punk ain’t no religious cult

Punk means thinking for yourself
You ain’t hardcores ‘cause you spike your hair
When a jock still lives inside your head
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
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
If a real fourth reich you’ll be the first to go
You’ll be the first to go

Unless you think…
WE’VE GOT A BIGGER PROBLEM NOW

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 ‘way

I am now you Shah today
Now I command all of you
Now you’re gonna pray in school
I’ll make sure they’re Christian too
California Uber alles

Uber alles California
Ku Klux Klan will control you

Still you think it’s natural
Nigger knockin’ 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
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
And all the friends of President Reagan
California Uber alles

Uber alles California
Plastic Surgery Disasters
1982
ADVICE FROM CHRISTMAS PAST
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?
GOVERNMENT FLU
We got a drug
We’re gonna try it out on you
Won’t make you die
It’ll getcha just a little bit sick
Got a head cold

Got a chest cold
And it’s three days old
(Goin’ on forever)
Make you hazy
Make you lazy
Drive you crazy
For days and 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 slippin’ 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
Slip it abroad
Keep a-slowin’ down the USSR
But meanwhile we’ll keep an eye
On what it’s doin’ to you
Got a head cold

Got a chest cold
And it’s three days old
(Goin’ on forever)
Make you hazy
Make you lazy
Drive you crazy
For days and days and days and days and days
And years
The government flu

Flew…
Through…
You
TERMINAL PREPPIE
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 is 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 the 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
Some day I’ll have power

Some day I’ll have boats
A tract in some suburb
With Thanksgivings to host
TRUST YOUR MECHANIC
TV invents a disease
You think you have
So you buy our drugs
And soon you depend on them
Pain is in your mind

Gotcha comin’ back for more
Again and again and again and again
Gonna rip you off
Rip you off
Doctor says you need surgery now

Feelin’ 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 in to 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 creme 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
Gotcha feeling helpless
You’re comin’ 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
WELL PAID SCIENTIST
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
Cringe and tense up

Grind your teeth
and wipe your sweaty palms
Close your windows driving past
The low life company bar
They’re making fun of you
AHHH
Even you
You’ve gotta punch the clock
Too scared to punch your boss
When will you crack?
When will you open your eyes?
Pull up to your sterile home

You’re drained
Bite the heads off of 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 there too
Private guards in golf carts
Keep you safe at home

The dark shattered underbelly

Of the American dream
Avoid it like the plague
It stares you from your bathroom mirror
Drown
BUZZBOMB
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
Waiting 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

The cops ‘round here sure looking bored
Flashing sirens - state patrol
They’re scratching up my gorgeous paint job

Shooting out my tires
Ain’t no way to go to heaven
Buzzbomb cornered at the 7-11
FOREST FIRE
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

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

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
Be a hero and 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

Fences spiked with barbed wire
Never looked so helpless
Engulfed in flames
Cameras watchin’ 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 run …
From the fire
HALLOWEEN
So it’s Halloween
And you feel like dancin’
And you feel like shinin’
And you feel like letting loose
Whatcha 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
You’re still 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
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
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 whadya 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
WINNEBAGO WARRIOR
Roughin’ it in the great outdoors

Guidebooks tell us where to go
Winnebago Warrior
Slow down traffic climbing hills

30 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 campground, folding chairs

Feed Doritos to the bears
Honey, quick, the Polaroid
Kill some fish down by the creek

Hand their picture by the sink
Show your grandson who’s the boss
Tie your two tote-goats to the front
U-Haul trailer full of souvenirs
that you buy along the way
RIOT
Rioting - the unbeatable high

Adrenaline shoots your nerves to the sky
Everyone know 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 people’s ass
But you get to the place

Where the real slavedrivers live
It’s walled off by riot squad
Aiming guns right at your heads
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 - shoots your nerves to the sky
Riot - playing into their hands
Tomorrow you’re homeless
Tonight it’s a blast
Get your kicks in quick

They’re callin’ 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
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 lines
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
Tomorrow you’re homeless

Tonight it’s a blast
BLEED FOR ME
You’ve been hanging ‘round

With an enemy of the state
Come with me to the building
That no one stops to watch
C’mon bleed
C’mon bleed
C’mon bleed
Bleed for me
We’ll strap you to a pipe

Electrodes on your balls
C’mon scream
C’mon writhe
Face down in a pool of piss
In the name of world peace

In the name of world profits
America pumps up our secret police
America wants fuel
To get it, it needs puppets
So what’s ten million dead
If it’s keeping out the Russians
We’re well trained by the CIA

With yankee tax money in Ft. Bragg
The Peace Corps builds US labor camps
When they think they’re building schools
Ha Ha
When cowboy Ronnie comes to town

Forks out his tongue at human rights
Sit down, enjoy our ethnic meal
Dine on some charbroiled nuns
Try a medal on
Smile at the mirror as the cameras click
And make big business happy
Anytime
Anywhere
Maybe you’ll just disappear
I AM THE OWL
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 a 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 livin’ 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 our secret
Ways of getting rid of you
Fill you full of LSD
Turn you loose on a freeway
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
Spin
Spin
Spin - lookout!
The press, they never even cared

Why a youth leader walked into a speeding car
In ten years we’ll leak the truth
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

I am the owl
DEAD END
Once I had a close friend

I knew him for quite a while
He seemed all right to me
We had this deal together
Tied up 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
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
It’s a dead end

Dead end
Dead end
Once I had a lover

I knew her for quite a while
She seemed all right to me
But then she was gone
She took my lovin’ and time
Taking all that was mine
And leaving me far behind
It’s a dead end

Dead end
Dead end
MOON OVER MARIN
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
O’shimmering moonlight sheen upon

The waves and water clogged with oil
White gases steam up from the soil
On my beach at night
I squish 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

There will always be a moon

Over Marin
There, wasn't that a nice visit?

Don't forget, a psychiatrist is on-duty 24 hours a day in the blue room, just up from the parking
garage.
Drink plenty of water when you take these.
Now you can relax and return to your job.
Frankenchrist
1985
SOUP IS GOOD FOOD
We’re sorry
But you’re no longer needed
Or wanted
Or even cared about here
Machines can do a better job than you
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’ve got to put him out to pasture
Looks like we’ll have to let you go
Doesn’t if 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 - (We don’t need you anymore)

You make a good meal - (We don’t need you anymore)
Now how do you feel - (We don’t need you anymore)
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
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 hi-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 disposal unit
Ground into stew and flushed away
Aw geez…
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 creation
And yet
At 6:00 tomorrow morning
It’s time to get up and go to work
HELLNATION
Hellnation’s when they teach us

Profiting from greed
Hellnation’s what they give us
Coke, heroin and speed
Hellnation’s when they tell you

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…
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

Ask’s 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 of trying to vote?
When this country makes war
We all die in the same boat
It’s the only world we’ve got

Let’s protect it while we can
It’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
THIS COULD BE ANYWHERE
Cold concrete apartments

Rise up from wet black asphalt
Below them like a few carcasses
Of the long ago 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

This could be 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
C’mon
Let’s see someone’s dog on fire
Empty plastic
Culture slum suburbia
Is a war zone now
Sprouting the kinds of gangs
We thought we left behind
This could be anywhere

This could be everywhere
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 crime in this town
Anywhere
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 coming vibes of death
My dad’s a vigilante now

He’s bringing home these weird-ass friends
Like the guy who fires blanks at his TV
When Kojack’s on
Or the guy who shows off his submachine gun
To his sixteen year old daughter’s friends
Whose sense of pride and hope
Is being in the police reserve
A GROWING BOY NEEDS HIS LUNCH
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
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
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 birdbaths
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
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
Nibbling like an earwig winding through your brain

Bound the Lawrence Harvey spread-eagled to a bed
The migraine gets worse when you find out we lay eggs
And no one in all of Borneo can hear your scream
Turn on
Tune in
Cop out
Drop kick Turn in Tune out
CHICKEN FARM
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
Rift 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
Napalm rains no more

But the 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 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
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 gun point all day
To defuse leftover land mines - 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 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
JOCK-O-RAMA (Invasion of the Beef Patrol)
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 let 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 drivin’ me insane
The future of America is in their hands
Unzip that old time religion

On the almighty football field
Beerbellies of all ages
Come in to watch the gladiators bleed
“Now boys, this game ain’t played for fun

You’re going out there to win
How d’ya 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
The star quarterback lies injured

Unconscious on the football field
Looks like his neck is 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
Wrapped itself around a telephone pole
“I ain’t drunk, officer.
I just fell gettin’ 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 - that’s the law

Come lick the butts of the Beef Patrol
If the future of America is handed to them
GOONS OF HAZZARD
Happy hour belongs to America’s best loved thugs

Here comes the 4-wheel prosthetic penises
Got yer 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 hitch-hikers
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 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
Local papers paint us up to be big heroes

City fathers and Chamber of Commerce want us deputized
The stoner Gestapo keepin’ your town clean
Get a shave, kid
We’ll pay you as a strike-breaker
Maybe you’ll make Tac Squad for the L.A.P.D.

We leave you in a pool of blood
‘Cause we know we’ll get off scot-free
M.T.V. - GET OFF THE AIR
Fun Fun Fun in the fluffy chair

Flame up the herb
Wolf down the beer
Hi
I’m your video DJ
I always talk like I’m wigged out on Quaaludes
I wear a stained baseball jacket everywhere I go
My job is to help destroy
What’s left of your imagination
By feeding you endless doses
Of sugar coated mindless garbage
So don’t create
Be sedate
Be a vegetable at home
And thwack on that dial
If we have our way even you will believe
this is the future of rock and roll
M.T.V. Get off the air !!!
How far will you go

How low will you stoop
To tranquilize our minds with your sugar coated swill
You’ve turned rock and roll rebellion
Into Pat Boone sedation
Making sure nothing’s left of the imagination
M.T.V. Get off the

M.T.V. Get off the
M.T.V. Get off the air
Get off the air
See the latest rejects from the muppet show

Wag their tits and their dicks
As they lip-synch on screen
There’s something I don’t like
About a band that always smiles
Another tax write-off
For some schmuck who doesn’t care
And so it was
Our beloved corporate gods
Claimed they created rock video
Allowing it to sink as low in one year
As commercial TV has in 25
“It’s the new frontier,” they say

It’s wide open, anything can happen
But you’ve got a lot of nerve
To call yourself a pioneer
when you’re too god-damned conservative
To take real chances
Tin-eared
Graph-paper brained accountants
Instead of music fans
Call all the shots at giant record companies now
The lowest common denominator rules
Forget honesty
Forget creativity
The dumbest buy the mostest
That’s the name of the game
But sales are slumping
And no one will say why
Could it be they put out
One too many lousy records?!?

NOW!
AT MY JOB
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 the rules
Now it’s time to take a break

Don’t stray too far or you’ll be late
Thank you for your service and a long career

Glad you gave us your best years
STARS AND STRIPES OF CORRUPTION
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
With 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 all happens
The power games and 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 stick up to learn from our mistakes
Trying to start another Viet Nam
While fiddling while Rome burns at home
The Boss says, “You’re laid off. Blame the Japanese”
“America’s back”, all right

At the game it plays the worst
Strip mining the world like a slave plantation
No wonder others hate us
And the Hitlers we hand-pick
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
Are the Soviets our 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!

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 won’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 life that monkey off our backs
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 it 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!
If we don’t try
If we just lie
If we can’t find
A way to do better than this
Who will?
Bedtime for Democracy
1986
TAKE THIS JOB AND SHOVE IT
Take this job and shove it
I ain't working here no more

I will not get all the pieces
I've been working for
Paper cups, minimum wage
Just walk on out the door

They'll have you in this factory

From now on for fifty years
All this time I see my woman
Drowning in her tears
I see a lot of people who
Got to have a piece of me
I'd give the shirt right off my back
If I had the nerve to say
Let's all go use our sick leave up

And then we'll shoot some pool
Got brand new skinhead hair cuts
You think he's a fool
One of these days I'll blow my top
Or somebody's gonna pay
I'd hate to see the process
As you enter the factory and say

I won't let that shit bother me
That I've been working for
Paper cups, minimum wage
Just walk on out the door
I ain't working here, ain't working here
ain't working here no more
HOP WITH THE JET SET
I say, come on!

To pleasures unknown
Where we fly to when we are all bored
C’mon for the ride
And hop with the jet set tonight
We’ll sun ourselves red down in Montego Bay
Hotel-hired guards keep the natives away
We wanna save the whales

We’ll go watch them feed,
Buzz around them in boats
‘Til they won’t breed
Just here for the ride
Then we hop with the jet set tonight
Check out them Indians’ ancestral art

Some of that would look cute up on our walls
Yeah, suit it just fine
When we hop with the jet set tonight
We’ll hire out some poachers to go steal their dolls
Who cares if they’re scared - they look awful cute
National Geographic found a stone age tribe

Let’s feed them their first hot dogs on film
Won’t that be a prize
To show to the jet set tonight
“Aren’t they cute, aren’t they pure…”

Muse subscribers back home
Next weekend the junta exterminates them
Back home by the sea at our outdoor café
Our chameleon tongues catch the flies in the air
DEAR ABBY
Dear Abby, got a problem.
I’m a decent, underpaid, hardworking county coroner.

It’s important that my family eat meat at least three times a week.
But we just can’t afford to with the prices the way they are.
So I bring home choice cuts from my autopsy subjects.
Just mix in the Tuna Helper, and ta-da!
Dear Abby, got a problem.

The whole family thinks my new meals are delicious.
They ask me what’s my secret.
Abby, I think they’re getting suspicious.
My smart-ass 8-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 me
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.
RAMBOZO THE CLOWN
Got a deadly toy

To brainwash your boy
An egocentric muscle thug
Kicks butt on screen like a brat outa 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
To draft-age kids
It sure looks like 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

Grey shrapnel-flavored chewing gum
Mass murder ain’t just painless
Now we’ve made it cute
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 of Rambozo the Clown
Rambozo the Clown
FLESHDUNCE
We’re world industries’ thoughtlords

The entertainment wing
We keep you all in line
By fixing your free will
Surround you with pop fantasies

Just slightly out of reach
To soften all the blows
Of your forced daily routine
We strip-mine your underground culture

Take the bite out and rinse it clean
Give ourselves credit for creating it
Then sell it back to you
At twice the price
Our pod of talent vampires

Has blown into your town
To dazzle, sign and milk you
All strictly on our own terms
You think you’ve got a lot to say
We’ll change that real soon
You’re not a person anymore
We’ve made you a cartoon
By the time we’re through remolding you

You won’t even recognize your face
There’s no end to the eager beavers
Drawn like moths to our Babylon’s mirage
Conveyer belt of flashdunce

They all want to do the fleshdance
Conveyor belt of flashdunce
Who all want to do the fleshdance
THE GREAT WALL
Great Wall of China

It’s so big it’s seen from outer space
Put there to keep starving neighbors
Locked outside the gates
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 your ghetto back to life
We let your schools decay on purpose
To build a Great Wall around our power
Another Great Wall around our power
Warlords in grey suits

Take a different route to work each day
Second-hand 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 onto 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 built a Great Wall around our power

Worldwide Great Wall around our power
Economic Great Wall around our power
Give us your poor,

Your tired and your weak
We’ll send ‘em right back
To their certain death
SHRINK
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 ‘round
Why don’t we build a machine

With all the know-how of the industries
We put a man on the moon
On earth we’ll need more room to breathe real soon
Oh
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 wanna die like dinosaurs
We’ll have enough resources to go round
Oh
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
Oh
TRIUMPH OF THE SWILL

Life can only get 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 don’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

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
MACHO INSECURITY
Name one thing on earth lower than a though guy

Who talks with his fists instead of using his head
Who beats the shit out of anything it can’t understand
Behind the muscle mask is a scared little boy
Called
Macho insecurity
Macho insecurity
Macho insecurity
‘Cause you can’t stand yourself
Got a bitch with me?

Why won’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
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 ‘cause you take yourself so seriously
But being such a clown
Gives the rest of us the right to laugh
At your Macho insecurity
I SPY
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

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

Curious folks ask you questions of life

But you can’t answer cause your heart’s like a knife
Still you feel like you sing the last song sung
You’re just a heartless piece of scum with a gun
CESSPOOLS IN EDEN
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…Oh Oh Oh
It’s the big waste dump
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…Oh Oh Oh
Why are our babies stillborn?
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
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 thousands 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
But watcha 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
ONE WAY TICKET TO PLUTO
Countdown!
Get ready for the - Blastoff!
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

Don’t ask us where that is - We have no idea
You’re chosen for the great mission
Because we owe you some favors
And besides you’re bright
A little bit 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

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 going 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?

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
DO THE SLAG
Have you heard about the latest craze

That’s sweepin’ 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”
And
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 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 that we’re three feet tall
Slander their integrity

Doubt their humanity
Talk about their haircuts
Are their politics correct?

Don’t let those sissies on the floor

They’re unhip, man, they bought the wrong clothes
Let’s all do the latest craze
‘Cause having allies never pays
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 that we’re three feet tall

GONE WITH MY WIND
Wake up! Get down here quick!

The president’s had too much to drink
His days of power are about gone
He’s been talking to paintings in the hall
He says, “I’m finished, so what the hell?
My life is ruined, what matters now?
I’ve always itched for that last great thrill
If I die all of you should too”
Gone with my wind

Out with a bang
I’m gonna end it all right now
Gone with my wind
Out with a bang
You’re coming with me, oh wow
My bombs will rain down on D.C.

We’ll nuke our enemies while they’re asleep
We’ll be safe in the ground below
And laugh and drink ‘til the cows come home
So c’mon, John, whadya say?
It’s been dancing in my head for years
What’ll happen if I push this button?
Let’s start World War III for fun
Gone with my wind

Out with a bang
Gone with my wind
Out with a bang
Mr. President, just sit down

We should talk a little while, I’ll pour another round
What about your memoirs’ TV rights?
Sit tight-and watch the fire
Let go of me. Do you think I’m mad?

To tell the truth, sir, I’d rather not say
Just keep your paws inside your pockets
And planet earth will be OK.
But you reached for the button anyhow
I had no choice but to knock you out
That’s just last night’s bump on your head
On to the next crisis, it’s another day
Gone with my wind

Out with a bang
Gone with my wind
Out with a bang
ANARCHY FOR SALE

Step right up folks!
Anarchy for sale!
T-shirts only 10 dollars

Badges only $3.50
I nicked the design, never asked the band
I never listen to them either
Buy! Buy! Buy! from Circle A

Like hula hoops, it’s a disposable craze
Another fast-food fad to throw away
Get your Anarchy For Sale

Anarchy For Sale
Anarchy For Sale
Sheep unite!
Get your cuddly boots and studs

Be sure to rebel in 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
C’mon let’s see a good fight
That’s Anarchy For Sale

Anarchy For Sale
Anarchy For Sale
CHICKENSHIT CONFORMIST
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 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 just another label?
The joy and hope of an alternative
Has become its own cliché
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
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 queerbashing bands they can
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
So eager to please
Again and again
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 70’s are back.
Cock-rock metal’s like a bad laxative
It just don’t move me, ya know?
The music’s OK when there’s more ideas than solos
De 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-
Or 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
So eager to please
Again and again
Like your parents
The more thing change

The more they stay the same
We can’t grow
When we won’t criticize ourselves
The ‘60’s weren’t all failure
It’s the ‘70’s 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 eager to please
So eager to please
Again and again
Like your parents
WHERE DO YA DRAW THE LINE
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
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”
(‘Cept when my amp needs electric power)
Or - “The Party Line says No.
Feminists can’t wear fishnets”
You wanna 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?
In Toronto someone blew up

A cruise missile warhead plant
10 slightly hurt, 4 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

I’m not telling you, I’m asking you
POTSHOT HEARD ‘ROUND THE WORLD
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
D.M.S.O.
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.
LIE DETECTOR
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)

You’re 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 out file
Now you’re guilty (Lie Detector)

‘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 3
Guilty - Who’d think a guy like me
Would plant some 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
Yeah, it’s your word against our deaf black box
The machine is always right
‘Cause we know how it makes you feel so small
Because you’re guilty (Lie Detector)

‘Til you’re proven innocent these days
No one’s innocent these days

‘Cause when you’re innocent it just don’t pay
Give me Convenience or Give me Death
1987
POLICE TRUCK
Tonight’s the night that we got the truck

We’re goin’ 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

We ride, lowride
It’s round-up time where the good whores meet

Gonna drag one screaming off the street
And ride, ride, how we ride
Got a black uniform and a silver badge

Playin’ cops for real, playin’ 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

Let’s ride, ride, how we ride
Let’s 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 doin’ something wicked?”
“No, siree, jack, we’re just given’ tickets”
As we ride, ride, how we ride

Let’s ride, lowrid
TOO DRUNK TO FUCK
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 rollin’ down the stairs
Too drunk to fuck
Too drunk to fuck

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
Too drunk to fuck

Too drunk to fuck
Too drunk to fuck
It’s all I need right now
Too drunk to fuck
Too drunk to fuck

Too drunk to fuck
Too drunk to fuck
I’m sick, soft, gooey and cold
Too drunk to fuck
I’m ‘bout to drop

My head’s a mess
The only salvation is
I’ll never see you again
You give me head
It makes it worse
Take out your fuckin’ 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
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Ooooohhh…
CALIFORNIA ÜBER ALLES
I am Governor Jerry Brown

My aura smiles
And never frowns
Soon I will be President…
Carter power will soon go away

I will be Führer one day
I will command all of you
Your kids will meditate in school
California Über Alles

Über Alles California
Zen fascists will control you

100% natural
You will jog for the master race
And always wear the happy face
Close your eyes, can’t happen here

Big Bro’ on white horse is near
The hippies won’t come back you say
Mellow out or you will pay
Now it is 1984
Knock knock at your front door
It’s the suede/denim secret police
They have come for your uncool niece
Come quietly to the camp
You’d look nice as a drawstring lamp
Don’t you worry, it’s only a shower
For your clothes here’s a pretty flower
Die on organic poison gas
Serpent’s egg’s already hatched
You will croak, you little clown
When you mess with President Brown
MAN WITH THE DOGS
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
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 ‘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 I’m gonna crack your mask

Yeah and I’m gonna laugh
Open wide…
See 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 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…
………….
IN-SIGHT
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

Were 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
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’re all planning our careers

He says we’re growing old…
LIFE SENTENCE
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 Senior year
All you care about is your career
It’s a life sentence

Life sentence
Life sentence
Life sentence
You’re squelching you emotions

All you talk about is old times
You don’t do what you want to
But you do the same thing every day
No sense of humor
But such good manners
Now you’re an adult
You’re boring
It’s your 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 it’ll snap your neck
You say you’ll break out

But you never do
You’re just another ant in the hill
That’s your life sentence
A CHILD AND HIS LAWNMOWER
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
HOLIDAY IN CAMBODIA
So you been to school for a year or two

And you know you’ve seen it all
In daddy’s car thinkin’ you’ll go far
Back East your type don’t crawl
Play ethnicky jazz to parade your snazz

On your five grand stereo
Braggin’ 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

It’s tough kid, but it’s life
Don’t forget to pack a wife
You’re a star-belly sneech 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
then 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…
Is a holiday in Cambodia
Where people dress in black
Where you’ll kiss ass or crack
Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot,
And it’s a holiday in Cambodia

Where you’ll do what you’re told
Where the slum’s got so much soul
I FOUGHT THE LAW
Drinkin’ beer in the hot sun

I fought the law and I won
I needed sex and I got mine

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 blew George and Harvey’s brains out with my six gun

Gonna write my book and make a million

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 am the law so I won
SATURDAY NIGHT HOLOCAUST
There’s a prefab building and a funny smell

Around the hill 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 lamé
I bow and blow the doorman
He parts the chain, says “join the game”
A quick line in the girl’s room
To the bar for the electrodes
A coin into the right slits
Tape my temple, watch me go!
Blacks are banned, ‘cept on the records

Oh life’s a cabaret
Like Berlin, 1930
All I crave is my escape
Now 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
If I lit a match to you

You’d melt before my eyes
C’mere my pretty glow-worm
You look so fine to dance with me
The fly-eye lights are throbbin’
I’m burnin’ up the floor
Whirling twirling
Close my eyes
No faces judging me
A Hitler Youth in joggin’ suit

Smiling face banded ‘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 scared of my new home
To Auschwitz condominiums we go
Oh no
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…
PULL MY STRINGS
I’m tired of self respect

I can’t afford a car
I wanna be a prefab superstar
I wanna be a tool
Don’t need no soul
Wanna 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
Fatass 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
And 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
And I’ll sell you my soul
Pull my strings and I’ll go far
SHORT SONGS
I like short songs
STRAIGHT A’S
Sixteen, on the honor roll

I wish that I was dead
Parents hat me, I got zits
And bruises ’round 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 me 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 fucking small
Wanna 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 my 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
Goin’ to sleep and when I die
You’ll look up and realize
Then look down and wipe your eyes
Then go back to your stupid lives
Aw shit
KINKY SEX MAKES THE WORLD GO ‘ROUND
Greetings…
this is the Secretary of War 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 alarmingly 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 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 tow to learn
how to use an automatic rifle 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 in 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 out 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 oit 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.
THE PREY
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 leavin’ 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-sized 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!
NIGHT OF THE LIVING REDNECKS
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.
BUZZBOMB FROM PASADENA
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 110

Highway 50 and there’s nobody there
Sign say, ‘Next sign 30 miles!’
My pension comes
Each penny saved buys more escape from home
I’d rather cruise 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
01......... Fresh Fruit for Rotting Vegetables
13......... In God We Trust
18......... Plastic Surgery Disasters
33......... Frankenchrist
47......... Bedtime for Democracy
68......... Give me Convenience or Give me Death

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Fresh Fruit for Rotting Vegetables

KILL THE POOR

Efficiency and progress is ours once more

The sun beams down on a brand new day

Gonna Kill Kill Kill Kill

Behold the sparkle of champagne

While they…Kill Kill Kill Kill

I don’t need your way of life

This world brings me down

This world brings me down

WHEN YA GET DRAFTED

Are you believing the morning papers?

Economy is looking bad

Drooling fingers, panic buttons

Yeah, what big Business wants Big Business gets

Forget your demonstrations

The landlord’s here to visit

But we can, you know we can

I tell them “turn on the water”

But we can, you know we can

There’s rats chewin’ up the kitchen

But we can, you know we can

I don’t want to think

Can’t come up with anything I want to do

I’m so fucking tired

TV and the stereo and girls are lots of fun

Drug me - with natural vitamin C

Finally off of work

Drug Me Drug Me Drug Me Drug Me

Your mommy told you this

You’re so boring boring boring

You’re so boring boring boring

Down at the arsenal they keep the nerve gasses

Now I got my mustard gas in my pocket

Chemical Warfare Chemical Warfare

Panic in the air

Chemical Warfare Chemical Warfare

CALIFORNIA ÜBER ALLES

I am Governor Jerry Brown

Carter power will soon go away

California Uber Alles

Zen fascists will control you

California Uber Alles

Come quietly to the camp

Die on organic poison gas

California Uber Alles

So you’re in the kids’ ward

Time to hit the school bus

Ever wanted to die?

Things I never saw before

So I kill children, I love to see them die

STEALING PEOPLE’S MAIL

We ain’t goin’ to the party

We’re stealing people’s mail

We got license plates, wedding gifts, tax return

We’re stealing people’s mail

We got grocery sackful after grocery sackful

People say that we’re crazy

We got more license plates, wedding gifts, tax returns

We’re gonna steal your mail

We better not get caught

Sunny Sunday at the amusement park

Ran a turn and then it smashed right down

And it’s Crushed little kids