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+====== Paroles ======
+===== Dead Kennedys =====
+==== Dead Kennedys ====
+Take This Job And Shove It
+Take this job and shove it,
+I ain’t working here no more.My woman left, took all of the reasons I was working for you,
+You better not try stand my way cos I'm walk out the door.
+Take this job and shove it, I work here no more.
+Take this job and shove it,
+I ain’t working here no more.
+My woman left, took all of the reasons I was working for you,
+You better not try stand my way cos I'm walk out the door.
+Take this job and shove it, I work here no more.
+I been working in this factory for now more than 15 years,
+I’ve some of my best friends’ women standing in a pool of tears,
+I’ve seen a lot of kinfolks dying, I had a lot of bills to pay,
+I’d give the shirt right off my back if I had the nerve to say:
+Take this job and shove it,
+I ain’t working here no more.
+My woman left, took all of the reasons I was working for you,
+You better not try stand my way cos I'm walk out the door.
+Take this job and shove it, I work here no more.
+The foreman is a regular sob and the night boss is a fool,
+Got a brand new flattop haircut, he really thinks that’s cool.
+One of these days I’m gonna blow my top and swear he’s gonna pay,
+I can’t wait to see the look on his faces when I get the nerve to say:
+Take this job and shove it,
+I ain’t working here no more.
+My woman left, took all of the reasons I was working for you,
+You better not try stand my way cos I'm walk out the door.
+Take this job and shove it, I work here no more.
+Take this job and shove it, I work here,
+I work here,
+I work here no more.
+==== Hop With The Jet Set ====
+I say, come on! To pleasures unknown
+Where we fly to when we are all bored
+Come on for the ride
+When we hop with the jet set tonight
+We'll sun ourselves red down in Montego Bay
+Hotel-hired guards keep the natives away
+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 you hop with the jet set tonight
+We'll hire out some poachers to go steal their dolls
+Who cares if they're sacred, 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 unpaid, 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 choices 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. 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, just fine.
+==== Rambozo The Clown ====
+We got a deadly toy
+To brainwash your boy.
+An egocentric muscle thug kicks butt on screen like a brat outa hell.
+Bullshitter in the Indichina 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. (x2)
+To draft age kids
+It sure looks like fun
+"Kill them all"
+And let got 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 with our windmill blades.
+Brawn over brain
+Means a happy ending.
+G.I. Joe in the cereal bow;
+Grey shrapnel-flavour chewing gum.
+Mass Murder ain't just painless now we've made it cute.
+Rambozo, Rambozo, Rambozo the Clown. (x2)
+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 the tool.", who fell for the myth of...
+Rambozo, Rambozo, Rambozo the Clown. (x3)
+Rambozo, Rambozo, RAMBOZO
+==== Fleshdunce ====
+Hey Rocky! Watch me pull a massacre out of my pants.
+Again!
+We're world industry's thoughtlords, the entertainment wing.
+We keep you all in line by fixing your free will.
+Surround you with pop fantasies, just slightly out if 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. Hey!
+Our pod of talent vampires has blown into your town
+To dazzle, sign & 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.
+Conveyor belt of flashdunce,
+Who all want to do the fleshdance.
+(x4)
+==== The Great Wall ====
+Great Wall of China it's so big it's seen from outer space.
+Put there to keep starving neighbors locked outsides the gates.
+So what's changed today?
+Empires hoard more than they need
+And peasants threaten our comfort.
+We'll build a Great Wall around our power.
+Build a Great Wall around our power.
+Bankrupt L.A.'s streetcar line so people pay more to drive.
+Plant strategic freeways to divide neighborhoods by color lines.
+We'd rather pay for riot squads
+Than pump your ghetto back to life.
+We let your schools decay on purpose.
+To build a Great Wall around our power.
+Build Great Wall around our power.
+Warlords in grey suits
+Take a different route to work each day.
+Second-hand green berets form the company's 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 & arrest them.
+Classify them insane
+Put them back on the next plane,
+To the waiting arms of the same death squads they fled.
+Build a Great Wall around our power.
+We're building a Great Wall around our power.
+Economicly poor around the power.
+Give of the poor,
+Your tired & 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,
+We're gonna need more room to breathe real soon.
+Oh! Oh!
+Drink your vaccine and let's shrink
+And bring your poodle so it doesn't eat us.
+The road 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! 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, mason & businessmen,
+Were exempted from the ovens.
+As if you weren't already,
+The rest of you are all our termites now.
+Oh! Oh!
+==== Triumph Of The Swill  ====
+We came home and found our son lying dead on his bed of a gun shot wound. He had
+is headphones on and there was an Ozzy record on the turn table. So we called
+our lawyer.
+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 our problem 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. No!
+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 (x4)
+Music is banned in Khomeini's, Iran, on the ground that it stimulates the brain.
+We've done him one better in the land of coke & 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
+Shoopers strung out on our false hopes wWill flock to obey.
+Triumph of the swill (x4)
+==== Macho Insecurity  ====
+Name one thing on earth lower than a tough guy, - Tough guy
+Who talks with his fists instead of using his head. - His head
+Beats the shit out of anything it can't understand.
+Behind the muscle mask is a scared little boy.
+Called Macho Insecurity
+Macho Insecurity (x2)
+Cos you can't stand yourself.
+Got a bitch with me? Why don't you say it to my face? - My face
+It's so easy to mouth off to others. Where's your proof? - No proof
+Maybe we can talk if you'de just drop your act.
+Nothing's ever solved by making childish threats.
+That's Macho Insecurity
+Macho Insecurity (x2)
+Cos you can't stand yourself.
+Why do you want people to be so afraid of you?
+Why are you so scared of anything that's different?
+No one's ever there when you need friends, you wonder why,
+It's cos you take yourself so seriously,
+But being such a clown gives the rest of us the right to laugh
+At your Macho Insecurity
+Macho Insecurity (x2)
+Cos you can't stand your
+Macho Insecurity (x3)
+Cos you can't stand yourself.
+==== 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 (x4)
+Disguised like you're one of the scene,
+Just stand alone with no real friends.
+Scared people will find out who you are.
+Alone in the world without your telephone beeper .
+I spy for you and me (x3)
+Curious folks aks you questions of life
+But you can't answer cos your heart's like a knife.
+Still you feel you sing the last song sung,
+You're just a heartless piece of scum with a gun.
+I spy for you and me (x2)
+I spy for you and me, yeah right!
+I spy (x4)
+==== Cesspools In Eden ====
+Poison is bubbling
+Beneath your dreamhome,
+Buried there years before.
+Kid runs in crying,
+Flaying 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 a big waste dump.
+Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!
+We built your tichy-tachy houses on landfill soil,
+To cover up a gift we left there years before.
+Our toxic chemicals & the 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?
+Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!
+A storage tank's leaking, it's about to explode.
+Why evacuate when you can watch the fun.
+Nothing happens here, get out the lawn chairs.
+We'll drink pink lemonade & watch Martinez burn.
+Cesspools
+In Eden
+Oozing away...
+Leak by the day.
+The land we sold you is right atop our acid pits.
+We fill them by the truckload in the dead of night.
+There's a thousand more toxins, it's the tips of the iceberg.
+We pay a little drive or we just don't report them.
+And see what you get,
+Cesspools
+In Eden (x2)
+No accident, just a little of our greed-fueled negligence.
+Oh!
+So you've found the proof why your cancer rate's shot up,
+But whatcha gonna do when we've got all the cards.
+Time Beach, Rocky Flats, Love Canal & Bhopal.
+Merry Christmas, hostages from the folks that care.
+Cesspools
+In Eden (x4)
+Have a nice day.
+==== One-Way Ticket To Pluto  ====
+Countdown!
+Get ready for the - Blast Off!
+And don't forget the - Hype!
+We're going into space.
+Distinguished scientists, a pesky senator, & 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 this great mission because we owe you some favors and besides
+you're bright.
+A little too bright.
+Step one:
+Senator - your vomit,
+It's time to - analyze it
+For the folks back home.
+Open the hatch, launch the war satellite that the commies aren't supposed to
+know about.
+Our real challenge is to keep it a secret from the press back home.
+You're going where no man has gone before, don't ask us where that is we have no
+idea.
+You're chosen for this great mission because you're heartly & strong & 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?
+You're going where no man has gone before, for rocking the boat in our temple of
+doom.
+You're on a one-way ticket to Pluto, we wash our hands of you and your lost Ark.
+So don't forget to write...
+No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! 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 to long, man, you're a queer.
+You're too new wave, put down that beer..."
+Do the Slag - Look at 'em run!
+Do the Slag - Hey you scum!
+Do the Slag - Ain't it fun.
+Do the Slag - Let's all be dumb!
+Badmouthed 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 & 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?
+Do the Slag - Look at 'em run!
+Do the Slag - Hey you scum!
+Do the Slag - Ain't it fun.
+Do the Slag - Let's all be dumb!
+Don't let those sissies on the floor,
+They're unhip, man, they bought the wrong clothes.
+Let's all do the latest craze
+Cos having allies never pays.
+Slander their integrity,
+Doubt their humanity,
+Talk about their haircuts are their politics correct?
+Do the Slag - Look at 'em run!
+Do the Slag - Ain't it fun.
+Do the Slag - Hey you scum!
+Do the Slag - Let's all be dumb!
+Do the Slag - Look at 'em run!
+Do the Slag - Hey you scum!
+Do the Slag - Look at 'em run!
+Do the Slag - Let's all be dumb!
+==== A Commercial  ====
+Have we got a telethon for you coming soon on M.T.V.! A rockin' bankroll
+extravaganza featuring all your favorite vigilante rock stars! Sammy Hagar
+(Yeah!), Sylvester Stallone (Meuw!), Clint Eastwood (Pow!). This telethon is so
+important we've even exhumed the bodies of Lynyrd Skynyrd (Wow!) This ain't no
+sissy concert to raise money for food for the needy; this concerts whipped up
+the American way to raise money for guns for the greedy! So stay tuned and dig
+in those heels for... USA FOR SOUTH AFRICA!
+It's USA For South Africa cos those poor, sex-starved riot battalions need more
+machine guns, more tear gas, more nerve gas & more electric fences for those
+prison camps they call homelands. And who's going to give it to 'em? WE ARE!
+Every one of us! Everytime we go to the bank. Everytime we buy food at Theftway.
+Or those fancy chrome wheels for your hotcar. It's USA FOR SOUTH AFRICA!
+Don't delay! Apartheid is a BIG business! What would these American ladies do
+without those diamonds? You heard the White House... DON'T MISS IT! Have you're
+rich parents' money ready, world hunger's gone forever once your check's in the
+mail, when M.T.V. and the rock'n'racism connection bring you live, from Sun
+City, USA FOR SOUTH AFRICA!
+==== 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 ruins, what matters now?
+I've always itched for that great thrill...
+If I die all of you should too."
+Gone with my wind,
+Out with the bang,
+Gonna end it all right now.
+Gone with my wind,
+Out with the bang,
+Coming with me, oh wow!
+Oh! 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 & drink til the cows come home.
+So come on 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 the bang,
+Gonna end it all right now.
+Gone with my wind,
+Out with the bang,
+Coming with me, oh wow!
+"Mr. President, just sit down,
+We should talk for a little while, I'll pour another round.
+What about your memoirs' T.V. 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 you pockets,
+And planet earth will be O.K.
+But you reached for the button anyhow,
+I had no choice but to knock you out.
+That's just last night's bump in your head
+On to the next crisis, it's another day.
+Gone with my wind,
+Out with the bang,
+Gonna end it all right now.
+Gone with my wind,
+Out with the bang,
+Coming with me, oh wow!
+==== 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.
+It's anarchy For Sale!
+Anarchy For Sale! (x2)
+Sheep unite!
+Get your cuddly boots & studs,
+Be sure to rebel in proper style.
+Rebel along the path we pick,
+Out of fear of peer pressure we create.
+Hey You!
+Get those flyes off my wall,
+No commie peace shit in my boutique,
+No one here cares what that all means
+Cos anarchy's For Sale!
+Anarchy For Sale! (x2)
+Our town sucks! Our scene rules!
+To belong you must buy into it,
+So we sold you metal spike bracelets.
+So c'mon let's see a good fight
+It's Anarchy For Sale!
+Anarchy For Sale! (x2)
+==== 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 the drive bright people out of our so-called scene, til all that's left is
+just a meaningless fad.
+Harcore formulas are dogshit,
+Change & caring are what's real.
+Is this a state of mind,
+Or just another label?
+The joy & 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 & 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.
+(x2)
+Make the same old mistakes
+Again & again.
+Chickenshit conformist like your parents.
+What's ripped us apart even more than drugs are the thieves & 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 records deals, from New York metal
+labels looking to scam.
+Who sign the most racist queerbashing bands they can find to make a buck revving
+kids up for war.
+Walk tall, act small,
+Only as tough as gang approval.
+Unity is bullshit!
+When it's under someone's fat boot.
+Oh! Where's the common cause,
+Too many factions safely sulk in their shells.
+Agree with us on everything or we won't help with anything,
+That kind of attitude just makes a split grow wider.
+Guess who's laughing while the world explodes,
+When we're all crybabies who fight best among ourselves.
+So eager to please,
+Peer pressure decrees.
+(x2)
+Make the same old mistakes
+Again and again.
+Chickenshit conformist like your parents.
+That farty old rock & 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 O.K. when there's more ideas than solos. Do we really need the
+attitude too?
+Shedding thin skin too quickly,
+As a fan it dissapoints me.
+Same old stupid sexist lyrics.
+Of is Satan all you can think of?
+Crossover is just another word for lack of ideas.
+Maybe what we need are more trolls under the bridge.
+Will the metalheads finally learn something,
+Will the punks throw away their education?
+No one's ever the best once they believe their own press.
+"Maturing" don't mean rehasing mistakes of the past.
+So eager to please,
+Peer pressure decrees.
+(x2)
+Make the same old mistakes
+Again and again.
+Chickenshit conformist like your parents.
+The more things change, the more they stay the same. We can't grow 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 & work Than changing channels on a T.V.
+set.
+So eager to please,
+Peer pressure decrees.
+(x2)
+Make the same old mistakes
+Again and again.
+Chickenshit conformist like your parents.
+==== Where Do You 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? (x3)
+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 & 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 & 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? (x3)
+I'm not telling you, I'm asking you.
+In Toronto someone blew up a big cruise missile warhead plant.
+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.
+Where do ya draw the line?
+I'm not telling you, I'm asking you
+(x2)
+Where do you draw the line?
+Draw the line. Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! (x3)
+==== Potshot Heard Round The World ====
+Hey! Yo! We're 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 our 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 T.V. wrestling shows.
+With Reagans & Khaddafis cast as cartoon vilains & heroes.
+Or those wildlife "documentaries" where a lion from the zoo,
+Kill a deer tied down ahead of time, at the perfect camera angle.
+When lemmings balk at dying for Disney, they're hurled off the cliff.
+We are gathered here today to take photos of the president,
+Pretending to mourn these brave young man who came home from Beirut.
+Gift-wrapped in body bags, 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 your news on the way.
+Just like in Wild Kingdom we first tied down the prey.
+We want people boiling for revenge in their living room,
+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.
+Runing amok,
+Spilling blood,
+Bashing heads.
+I do my part
+Behind the lines,
+Swabbling door handles of cop cars,
+With D.M.S.O.
+Mixed with L.S.D.
+D. M. S. O. (x3)
+==== Lie Detector  ====
+We have reviewed your yellow form,
+Congratulations! We find you qualified.
+You've 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
+Til you're proven innocent these days
+Blood pressure clamps around your arms.
+Now don't get nervous when we yell in your face.
+We know you steal - just who do you screw? With what?!? With who?!? Aren't you a
+Christian?!?!?
+The polygraph - don't make it move,
+One little twitch, the anvil drops on you.
+Don't matter if you told the truth, we want your facial egg for our file.
+You must be guilty! - Lie detector
+You're guilty! - Lie detector
+Til you're proven innocent these days
+Guilty ill innocent these days
+Guilty - til proven innocent
+Guilty - it says so on your face
+Guilty - when you try to find
+Guilty - A place to live or a job that pays
+Guilty - when you file a complaint against the cops
+Guilty - 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 to your car,
+Break in your house while your asleep,
+Poke at your mouth,
+Bet your ass you're watched
+And it's your word against ours.
+Yeah! Just because we're hiring you
+Yeah! That don't mean that we trust you at all.
+You'll have to take a test like this once or twice every week.
+We know machines, they make mistakes,
+And it's your word against our deaf black box.
+The machine is always right cos we know how it makes you feel so small.
+You're guilty! - Lie detector (x3)
+Til you're proven innocent
+You're guilty! - Lie detector (x3)
+Til you're proven innocent these days,
+Proven innocent these days.
+Cos when your innocent,
+When your innocent,
+When your innocent it just don't pay.
+==== 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 it feel fulfilling to know
+That you - the human being - are now obsolete
+And there's nothing in hell we'll let you do about it"
+Soup is good food - We don't need you any more
+You make a good meal - We don't need you any more
+Now how do you feel - We don't need you any more
+To be shit out our ass
+And thrown in the cold like a piece of trash "
+We're sorry you'll just have to leave
+Unemployment runs out after just six weeks
+How does it feel to be a budget cut
+You're snipped, you no longer exist
+Your number's been purged from our central computer
+So we can rig the facts and sweep you under the rug
+See our chart? Unemployment's going down
+If that ruins your life that's your problem"
+Soup is good food - We don't need you any more
+You make a good meal - We don't need you any more
+Now how do you feel - We don't need you any more
+To be shit out our ass
+And thrown in the cold
+"We're sorry we hate to interrupt
+But it's against the law to jump off this bridge
+You'll just have to kill yourself somewhere else
+A tourist might see you and we wouldn't want that
+I'm just doing my job, you know, so say uncle
+And we'll take you to the mental health zoo
+Force feed you mind-melting chemicals
+Til even the outside world looks great"
+In 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 dispose-all unit
+Ground into sludge and flushed away
+Aw gezz!
+We don't need you any more - We don't need you any more
+Soup is good food - We don't need you any more
+You make a good meal - We don't need you any more
+Now how do you feel - We don't need you any more
+To be shit out our ass
+And thrown in the cold like a piece of trash
+We know how much you'd like to die - We don't need you any more
+We joke about it on our coffee breaks - We don't need you any more
+But we're paid to force you to have a nice day - We don't need you any more
+In the wonderful world we made just for you - We don't need you any more
+Poor Rats... we human rodents chuckle
+At least we get a dignified cremation
+At 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 & 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 - Hellnation - Hellnation
+Problem is few care
+About the people in despair
+If you help no one
+You're guilty in the Hellnation
+Hellnation's when the president asks for four more fucking years
+Hellnation's when he gets it by conning poor people and peers
+Hellnation - got no choice. What's the point of trying to vote?
+When this country makes war, we all die in the same boat
+In this Hellnation - Hellnation - Hellnation - Hellnation
+Problem is few care
+About the people in despair
+If you help no one
+You're guilty in the Hellnation
+(x2)
+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 the Hellnation - Hellnation - Hellnation - Hellnation
+Problem is few care
+About the people in despair
+If you help no one
+You're guilty in the Hellnation
+==== This Could Be Anywhere (This Could Be Everywhere) ====
+Cold concrete apartments
+Rise up from wet black asphalt
+Below them a few carcasses
+Of the long gone age of privacy
+It takes a scary kind of illness
+To design a place like this for pay
+Downtown's an endless generic mall
+Of video games and fast food chains
+One by one the little houses are bricked up and condemned
+A subtle hint to move before the rats move in
+This could be anywhere - Could be anywhere
+Everywhere
+Those new kids at school seem cool
+But dad says not to talk to them
+Stick to your old friends
+They're not our kind
+So now there's lots of fights
+So many people I know
+Come of age tense and bitter-eyed
+Can't create so they just destroy
+C'mon! Let's set someone's dog on fire
+Empty plastic culture slum suburbia is a war zone now
+Sprouting the kinds of gangs we thought we'd left behind
+This could be anywhere
+Could be anywhere
+Everywhere
+Could be anywhere
+Could be everywhere
+Could be anywhere
+Kids at school are taking sides
+Along color and uniform lines
+My dad's gone and bought a gun
+He says he's fed up with the crime in this town
+This could be anywhere
+This could be everywhere
+(x2)
+This could be anywhere - Anywhere
+This could be everywhere - Anywhere
+This could be anywhere - Anywhere
+This could be everywhere
+I hope I'm gone before it explodes
+I linger late at night waiting for the bus
+No amount of neon jazz could hide the oozing vibes of death
+My dad's a vigilante now
+He's bringing home these weird-ass friends
+Like the guy who fires blanks at his T.V. when Kojak'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
+This could be anywhere
+Could be anywhere
+Could be everywhere
+Everywhere
+This could be anywhere
+This could be everywhere
+(x2)
+Everywhere
+==== 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 is head off and drink like a
+vampire
+His disciples flock to such a fitting shrine sprawled across from his graceless
+mansion
+A shopping mall filled with prayer rugs and Elvis dolls
+And I wonder
+Yeah! I wonder
+Will Elvis take the place of Jesus in a thousand years
+Religious wars
+Barbaric laws
+Bloodshed worldwide Over what's left of his myth
+A growing boy needs his lunch (x2)
+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 birthbaths
+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 (x2)
+Everyone should just love each other - Dip your toe into the fire
+Drop your guns and lawsuits and love each other - Life begins beyond the bunker
+And while you're busy hugging in the streets - Outgrowing your hatred for all to
+feel
+Jiminy Cricket's found a game to play
+Stick your neck out and trust - It'll be chopped away
+Jimmy through your locked front doors
+Rifle through your sacred drawers
+Line my pockets, deface your dreams
+Til the cows come home to me, to me
+Nibbling like an earwig winding through your brain
+Bound like Lawrence Harvey spreadeagle to a bed
+The migraine gets worse when we find out we lay eggs
+And no one in all of Borneo can hear you scream, scream
+A growing boy needs his lunch (x3)
+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
+Riffle 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's calling
+You might even find a watch
+We're going down, to the chicken farm (x4)
+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 more children
+Will be killed or die at birth
+Deformed by Agent Orange
+In our food chain forever more
+We're going down, to the chicken farm (x4)
+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 piece one by one in this camp
+We crawl shaking through the fields at gunpoint all day
+To defuse leftover landmines - by hand, hand, hand
+We shiver on the deck and stiffen for the worst
+If the pirates come around we might as well be dead
+We'll be thrown in the sea or butchered if we're women
+All in the name of gold
+One foot in a land we can barely understand
+Can't speak the tongue of Yankee hospitality
+Our kids at school get beat up
+To the tune of "Boat people, go home!"
+Sliced with a machete
+From the breast of our homeland
+Our new world tries to spit us out
+But it sure beats the chicken farm
+We're going down, to the chicken farm (x4)
+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 driving me insane
+The future of America is in their hands
+Watch it roll over Niagara Falls
+Unzip that old-time religion
+On the almighty football field
+Beerbellies of all ages
+Come to watch the gladiators bleed
+"Now boys, this game ain't played for fun
+You're going out there to win
+How 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!
+(x2)
+The star quarterback lies injured
+Unconscious on the football field
+Looks like his neck's been broken
+Seems to happen somewhere every year
+His mom and dad clutch themselves and cry
+Their favorite son will never walk again
+Coach says, "That boy gave a hundred percent
+What spirit! What a man!"
+But who cares?
+Game's over! - Let's go get wasted man
+To the 7-11! To the liquor store!
+Let's party all night and party some more
+Another Trans-Am 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"
+What's the point?
+Jock-O-Rama--Save my soul
+We're under the thumb of the Beef Patrol
+The future of America is in their hands
+Watch it roll over Niagara Falls
+Jock-O-Rama - that's the law
+Come lick the butts of the Beef Patrol
+If the future of America is handed to them
+Watch it roll over Niagara Falls
+Goons of Hazzard
+Happy hour belongs to America's best-loved thugs
+Here comes the 4-wheel-drive 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 T.V.
+We run down bikes and hitch hikers
+Cos we know we'll get off scot-free
+We're the vigilante heroes of your tough-guy flicks
+Bashing punks & bums and fags with our baseball bats
+No deer to blow away, if it works today
+So we go to Oroville and shoot a black kid down
+Or waste demonstrators in Greensboro instead
+We are the Goons of Hazzard
+Glorified on your T.V.
+We leave you in a pool of blood
+Cos we know we'll get off scot-free
+Let's get him! Get him!
+C'mere! C'mere
+Say something to me?
+We've got him cornered (x2)
+Is anybody looking?
+Does anybody even care?
+No!
+Local papers paint us up to be big heroes
+City fathers & Chambers of Commerce want us deputized
+The stoner gestapo keepin' your town clean
+Get a shave, kid, we'll pay you as the strike-breaker
+Maybe you'll make Tac Squad for the L.A.P.D.
+We are the Goons of Hazzard
+Glorified on your T.V.
+We leave you in a pool of blood
+Cos we always get off scot-free
+Free! Scot-free! scot-free!
+We always get off (x2)
+We always get off free!
+==== M.T.V. - Get Off the Air ====
+Fun, Fun, Fun, in the fluffy chair
+Flame up the herb
+Woof down the beer, etc
+"Hi! I'm your video DJ
+I always talk like I'm wigged out on quaaludes
+I wear a satin 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"
+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 to the imagination
+M.T.V. - Get off the (x2)
+M.T.V. - Get off the air
+M.T.V. - Get off the (x2)
+M.T.V. - Get off the air
+Get off the air
+See the latest rejects from the muppet show
+Shake their tits and their dicks as they lip-synch on screen
+There's something I don't like about a band who always smiles
+Another tax write-off for some schmuck who doesn't care
+M.T.V. - Get off the (x2)
+M.T.V. - Get off the air
+M.T.V. - Get off the (x2)
+M.T.V. - Get off the air
+Get off the air (x3)
+And so it was, our beloved corporate gods
+Claimed they created rock video
+Allowing it to sink as low in one year
+As commercial T.V. 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-damn 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?!?
+M.T.V. - Get off the air
+NOW!
+==== At My Job ====
+If your machine might slip a gear
+Push this button to help it clear
+Your time card says your name's Joe
+But we'll call you 6-3-0
+I'm working at my job
+I'm so happy
+More boring by the day
+But they pay me
+All that time spent going to school
+Just to end up following rules
+I'm working at my job
+I'm so happy
+More boring by the day
+But they pay me
+Now it's time to take a break
+Don't stray too far or you'll be late
+Thank you for your service and a long career
+Glad you gave us your best years
+I'm working at my job
+I'm so happy
+More boring by the day
+But they pay me
+I'm working at my job
+I'm so happy
+More boring by the day
+But they pay me
+==== 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 the 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 like pubic hair ringed round the bottom
+The symbols of our heritage
+Lit up proudly in the night
+Somehow fits to see the homeless people
+Passed out on the lawn
+So this is where it happens
+The power games and the bribes
+All lobbying for a piece of ass
+Of the stars and stripes of corruption
+Makes me feel so ashamed
+To be an American
+When we're too stuck up to learn from our mistakes
+Trying to start another Vietnam
+Like fiddling while Rome burns at home
+The Boss says, "You're laid off. Blame the Japanese"
+"America's back," alright
+At the game it plays the worst
+Strip mining the world like a slave plantation
+No wonder others hate us
+And the Hitlers we handpick
+To bleed their people dry
+For our evil empire
+The drug we're fed
+To make us like it
+Is God and country with a band
+People we know who should know better
+Howl, "America rules. Let's go to war!"
+Business scams are what's worth dying for
+But are the Soviets 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! (x3)
+Down! Down! Down!Down! (x3)
+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 toys of war 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
+Cos it means responsibility
+==== So you chicken out and threaten me ====
+Saying, "Love it or leave it"
+I'll get beat up if I criticize it
+You say you'll fight to the death
+To save your useless flag
+If you want a banana republic that bad
+Why don't you go move to one
+But what can just one of us do?
+Against all that money and power
+Trying to crush us into roaches?
+We don't destroy society in a day
+Until we change ourselves first
+From the inside out
+We can start by not lying so much
+And treating other people like dirt
+It's easy not to base our lives
+On how much we can scam
+And you know
+It feels good to lift that monkey off our 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 guard against the goons
+Trying to take my rights away
+We've got to rise above the need for cops and laws
+Let kids learn communication
+Instead of schools pushing competition
+How about more art and theater instead of sports?
+People will always do drugs, let's legalize them!
+Crime drops when the mob can't price them
+Budget's in the red? Let's tax religion
+No one will do it for us
+We'll just have to fix ourselves
+Honesty ain't all that hard
+Just put Rambo back inside your pants
+Causing trouble for the system is much more fun
+Thank you for the toilet paper
+But your flag is meaningless to me
+Look around, we're all people
+Who needs countries anyway?
+Our land I love it too
+I think I love it more than you
+I care enough to fight
+The stars and stripes of corruption
+Let's bring it all down! (x3)
+If we don't try
+If we just lie
+If we can't find a way to do it better than this
+Who will?
+==== 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 taxe to pay
+Unsightly slums gone up in flashing light
+Jobless millions whisked away
+At last we have more room to play
+All systems go to kill the poor tonight
+Gonna
+Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill the poor
+Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill the poor
+Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill the poor... Tonight
+Behold the sparkle of champagne
+The crime rate's gone, feel free again
+O' life's a dream with you, Miss Lily White
+Jane Fonda on the screen today
+Convinced the liberals it's okay
+So let's get dressed and dance away the night
+While they...
+Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill the poor
+Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill the poor
+Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill the poor... Tonight
+(x2)
+Behold the sparkle of champagne
+The crime rate's gone, feel free again
+O' life's a dream with you, Miss Lily White
+Jane Fonda on the screen today
+Convinced the liberals it's okay
+So let's get dressed and dance away the night
+While they...
+Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill the poor
+Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill the poor
+Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill the poor... Tonight
+(x3)
+==== Forward To Death ====
+I don't need your way of life
+I can't stand your attitudes
+I can do without a strife
+I don't need this fucking world
+I don't need this fucking world
+This world brings me down
+Gag with every breath
+This worls brings me down
+I'm looking forward to death
+It's seems so unreal to me
+So much hate and so much pity
+I can't take another day
+It's such a bore
+It's get me really sore
+I don't need this fucking world
+I don't need this fucking world
+This world brings me down
+Gag with every breath
+This worls brings me down
+I'm looking forward to death
+Looking forward to death (x2)
+==== When Ya Get Drafted ====
+Are you believing the morning papers?
+War is coming back in style
+There's generals here, advisors 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 total war When ya get drafted
+Drooling fingers, panic buttons
+Playing with missiles like they're toys
+There's easy money, easy job
+Espacially when you build the bombs
+That blow big cities of the map
+Just guess who profits when we build 'em back up
+Yeah, what Big Business wants Big Business gets, it want 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 sits on their ass When ya get drafted
+Just a six-pack and you're happy We're prepared for when ya get drafted When ya
+get drafted
+==== 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 (x2)
+Let's lynch the landlord man
+I tell 'em "Turn on the water"
+I tell 'em "Turn on the heat"
+Tell me "All you ever do is complain"
+Then they search the place when I'm not here
+But we can, you know we can (x2)
+Let's lynch the landlord (x2)
+Let's lynch the landlord man
+There's rats chewin' up the kitchen
+Roaches up to my knees
+Turn the oven on, it smells like Dachau, yeah
+Till the rain pours through the ceilling
+But we can, you know we can (x2)
+Let's lynch the landlord (x2)
+Let's lynch the landlord man
+The landlord man
+==== Drug Me ====
+I don't wanna 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 (x4)
+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 a lots of fun
+I want the max
+I relate better loaded
+"Got ta see the movie stoned"
+DRUG ME (x4)
+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 fountain of fads
+More rock and roll ads...
+DRUG ME (x4)
+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 (x4)
+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
+The school told you this
+And the church told you that
+Memorise this
+????
+You're so boring boring boring
+Always tape machine recording
+You're so boring boring boring
+I've heard all this before
+Planless and mindless scraps from anywhere
+Bunch of used parts from garbage pails everywhere
+Frankenstein became a monster just like you
+Your scars only show when someone talks to you
+You're so boring, boring, boring
+Always tape machine recording
+You're so boring, boring, boring
+I've heard all this before (x3)
+Your emotions make you a monster (x4)
+==== 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 it
+I cut through the fence, run in and grab it
+Go crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy
+Now I got my own mustard gas in my pocket
+Climb on a tree, on a branch and drop it
+On the country club full of Saturday golfers
+So I can watch them die, chokin' shakin' in convulsions
+Go crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy
+Chemical Warfare, Chemical Warfare
+Chemical Warfare, Warfare, Warfare
+(x2)
+Panic in the air, see the headless chicken runnin'
+Golf carts head on crashin', crackin' heads wide open
+Scratch the grass, mister, you can't breath
+And roll and writhe in a sandtrap strarting to heave
+Claw those clubs, lemme see you seethe
+Crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy
+Chemical Warfare, Chemical Warfare
+Chemical Warfare, Warfare, Warfare
+(x2)
+Yellow air
+Yellow clouds
+Blowin' down down down the fairway
+Sensitive to the touch
+Movin' down 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...
+Chemical Warfare, Chemical Warfare
+Chemical Warfare, Warfare, Warfare
+(x2)
+==== California Über Alles ====
+I am Governor Jerry Brown
+My aura smiles and never frown
+Soon I will be president!
+Carter power will soon go away
+I will be Fürher one day
+I will command all of you
+Your kids will meditate in school
+Your kids will meditate in school!
+California Über Alles (x2)
+Über Alles California (x2)
+Zen fascists will control you
+% 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
+Mellow out or you will pay!
+California Über Alles (x2)
+Über Alles California (x2)
+Now it's 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
+When you mess with president Brown!
+California Über Alles (x2)
+Über Alles California (x2)
+==== I Kill Children ====
+God told me to skin you alive
+I kill children
+I love to see them die
+I kill children
+And make them mamas 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
+How about some Pavulon
+So I can see you chill
+Time to hit the school bus
+I think I'll shoot the tires
+Offer them a helping hand
+Of open telephone wires
+Ever wanted to die? Of course you have!
+But I won't until I get my revenge
+??? too many way
+I don't wanna see people any more
+Thing I never ever 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
+And make their mamas cry
+I kill children
+I bang their heads in doors
+I kill children
+Can't hardly wait for yours (x7)
+==== 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 (x4)
+On a Friday night
+Drivin' in the mountains
+Winding 'round and 'round
+Rummage through your mailboxes
+Take your mail back to town
+And we got licence plates, wedding gifts, tax returns
+Checks to politicians from real estate firms
+Money, bills and canceled checks
+Pretty funny pictures of your kids
+Gonna steal your mail
+On a Friday night
+We're gonna steal your mail
+By the pale moonlight
+We got grocery sackful, after grocery sackful
+After grocery sackful, after grocery sackful (x2)
+Of the private lives of you
+People say that we're crazy
+Sick and all alone
+But when we read your letters
+We roll on the floor
+And we got licence plates, wedding gifts, tax returns
+Checks to politicians from real estate firms
+Money, bills and canceled checks
+We cut relashionship with your friends
+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 dumbed in institutions
+Where we'll be drugged and shocked
+Till we come out born-again Christians
+Stealing people's mail (x3)
+Stealing people's mail on a friday night!
+==== 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 rollercoaster 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
+Cruched little kids (x2)
+Adorn the boardwalk
+Crushed little kids, adorn the boardwalk (x4)
+See the tourist drop their jaws and cones
+See the owners smell a big lawsuit
+Oh Police! Call your lawyer first
+Make the witnesses go home
+And they'll turn on the TV
+And see crushed little kids
+Cruched little kids (x2)
+Adorn the boardwalk
+Crushed little kids (x3)
+Adorn the boardwalk
+Crushed little kids, adorn the boardwalk (x3)
+==== Ill In The Head ====
+In a desprate mind
+Little gardens grows
+They grow very wide
+They grow very tall
+Why am I alive?
+Urban Wonderland
+By the fence I stand
+In and out of hand
+There are many paths
+Dripping dark so dense
+Do not enter here
+Enter over there
+Why am I alive?
+Urban Wonderland
+By the fence I stand
+In and out of hand
+People closing in
+Barking at my mind
+Shoving me to wine
+I want all alone
+I want my own home!
+I want my own girl!
+Help me hate the world
+Own and love my life
+Why am I alive?
+Urban Wonderland
+By the fence I stand
+In and out of hand
+==== 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 you five grand stereo
+Braggin' that you know
+How the niggers feel 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
+Brace yourself, my dear...
+It's a holiday in Cambodia
+It's tough kid, but it's life
+It's a holiday in Cambodia
+Don't forget to pack a wife
+You're a star-belly 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
+Till 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
+What you need, my son...
+Is a holiday in Cambodia
+Where people dress in black
+Need a holiday in Cambodia
+Where you'll kiss ass or crack
+Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot (x2)
+And it's a holiday in Cambodia
+Where you'll do what you're told
+A holiday in Cambodia
+Where the slum's got so much soul
+Pol Pot
+==== Viva Las Vegas ====
+Bright lights city gonna set my soul
+It's gonna set my soul on fire
+Got a whole lot-a-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 the Devil may care
+And I'm just a devil with love to spare, so
+VIVA LAS VEGAS! (x3)
+How I wish that there were more
+Than the twenty four hours in the day
+Even if I ran out of speed, boy
+I wouldn't sleep a minute of the way
+Oh there's blackjack and poker and the roulette wheel
+A fortune won and lost on every deal
+All you need is sonar and nerves of steel, so
+VIVA LAS VEGAS! (x3)
+Viva Las Vegas
+Where the neon signs are flashing
+And the one arm bandits crashing
+All hopes down the drain
+Viva Las Vegas
+Turning day into night time
+Turning night into daytime
+If you see it once you'll never be the same again
+Gotta keep on running
+Gonna have me some fun
+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 LAS VEGAS! (x3)
+VIVA! VIVA!
+LAS VEGAS!
+==== 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
+And 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 till 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, lowride
+The Left newspapers migth 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 givin' tickets"
+Let's we ride, ride, how we ride
+And we ride, ride, how we ride
+As we ride, ride, how we ride
+Let's ride, lowride.
+==== 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 rolling down the stairs, too drunk to fuck
+Too drunk to fuck (x3)
+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 ball like the baby in Eraserhead
+Too drunk to fuck (x3)
+I'm too drunk, too drunk
+Too drunk to fuck
+(x2)
+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 (x3)
+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 (x2)
+California Über Alles (x2)
+Über Alles California (x2)
+Zen fascists will control you
+Hundred percent 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 (x2)
+California Über Alles (x2)
+Über Alles California (x2)
+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 (x2)
+California Über Alles (x2)
+Über Alles California (x2)
+==== The Man With The Dogs ====
+I am no one
+But I am well known
+For I am the Man With the Dogs
+I stare at you shopping
+Watch while you're walking
+Two dogs run around your toes
+You turn around
+Two eyes break you down
+"Now, who does that guy think he's starin' at?"
+Stop in your tracks
+You're being laughed at
+Your armored ego is nude
+And I do and I do
+Crack up cos I'm getting to you
+I see you, I see you
+And you're pretty self-conscious too
+Down to your church
+I'm looking for victims
+Spell of the Man With the Dogs
+I'll haunt you
+And follow you to work
+That ghost is back again
+Creep into you
+I won't go away
+You're taking yourself too seriously
+I smile as you frown
+And turn to walk away
+Your habits for all to see
+I see a shrew, I see you
+And the rodent things you do
+You see you I see you
+And you're pretty self-conscious too
+And I'm gonna crack your mask
+Yeah and I'm gonna laugh
+Open wide....
+Saw you again
+You'll see me tomorrow
+Curse of the Man With the Dogs
+You may not like me
+You won't forget me
+Not safe even in Walgreen's
+They've seen me
+Ask your friends
+"Oh, I know him"
+Seen but I'm never heard by your lot
+A stare
+Is worth a thousand biting phrases
+See how stupid you are?
+I dare you, I dare you
+To erase my laser tattoo
+You see, you see you
+And you're pretty self-conscious too
+And I'm gonna crack your mask
+Yeah, and I'm gonna laugh
+What's inside?
+Is it pubic hair
+Is it cobweb air
+I bet you just don't care
+==== Insight ====
+Who's that kid in the back of the room (x2)
+He's setting all his papers on fire (x2)
+Where did he get that crazy smile (x2)
+We all think he's really weird (x2)
+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, sight
+We've never seen him with the girls (x2)
+He's talking to himself again (x2)
+Why doesn't he want tons of friends (x2)
+Says he's bored when we hang around (x2)
+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, sight
+We're all planning our careers (x3)
+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 your senior year
+All you care about is your career
+It's your Life Sentence
+Life Sentence (x3)
+You're squelching your emotions
+All you talk about is old times
+You don't do what you want to
+But you do the same thing everyday
+No sense of humor
+But such good manners
+Now you're an adult
+You're boring
+It's your Life Sentence
+Life Sentence (x3)
+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
+Say you'll break out
+But you never do
+You're just another ant in the hill
+It's your Life Sentence
+Life Sentence (x7)
+==== A Child And His Lawnmower ====
+Some clown in Sacramento was dragged into court,
+He shot his landmower it disobeyed it would start.
+Might makes right, it's the American way®.
+They fined him $60 and send him on his way.
+You know some people don't take no shit,
+Maybe if they did they'd have half a brain left.
+You know some people don't take no shit,
+Maybe if they did they'd have half a brain left.
+==== 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 you five grand stereo
+Braggin' that you know
+How the niggers feel 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
+Brace yourself, my dear...
+It's a holiday in Cambodia
+It's tough kid, but it's life
+It's a holiday in Cambodia
+Don't forget to pack a wife
+You're a star-belly 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
+Till 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
+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 (x2)
+And it's a holiday in Cambodia
+Where you'll do what you're told
+A holiday in Cambodia
+Where the slum's got so much soul
+Pol Pol
+==== I Fought The Law ====
+Drinkin' beer in the hot sun
+I fought the law and I won (x2)
+I needed sex and I got mine
+I fought the law and I won (x2)
+The law don't mean shit if you've got the right friends
+That's how this country's run
+Twinkies are the best friend I've ever had
+I fought the law and I won (x2)
+I blew George & Harvey's brains out with my six-gun
+I fought the law and I won (x2)
+Gonna write my book and make a million
+I fought the law and I won (x2)
+I'm the new folk hero of the Ku Klux Klan
+My cop friends think it's fine
+You can get away with murder if you've got a badge
+I fought the law and I won (x3)
+I am the law so I... won
+==== Saturday Night Holocaust ====
+There's a prefab building and a funny smell
+Around the hills outside of town
+Every now and then we wonder
+But we shrug our shoulders and get back to work
+There's a railroad there and trains go by
+And there's people locked in cattle cars
+And have you noticed the french fries at the A&W
+Taste a little strange?
+I drive down to the disco
+Pompadour and pink lamme
+I bow and blow the doorman
+He parts the chain, says join the game
+A quick line in the girl's room
+To the bar for the electrodes
+A coin into the right slit
+Tape my temple and watch me go!
+Blacks are banned 'cept on the records
+h' 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 burning up the floor
+Whirling twirling
+Close my eyes, no faces judging me
+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
+A Hitler youth in jogging 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 getting scared of my new home
+To Auschwitz condominiums we go
+Oh no
+But I want your perfect Barbie-doll lips
+And I want your perfect Barbie-doll eyes
+My fingers down your dress
+One more time
+==== Pull My $trings ====
+Hold it! We gotta prove we're adults now. We're not a Punk-Rock band, we're a
+New-Wave band!
+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
+And here we go with
+Drool, drool, drool, drool, drool, drool... My Payola! (x2)
+You'll pay ten bucks to see me*
+On a fifteen foot high stage
+Fat-ass bouncers kick the shit
+Out of kids who try to dance
+If my friends say
+I've lost my guts
+I'll laugh and say
+That's rock and roll
+But there's just one problem...
+Is my cock big enough
+Is my brain small enough
+For you to make me a star
+Give me a toot
+I'll sell you my soul
+Pull my strings and I'll go far
+Give me a toot
+I'll sell you my soul
+Pull my strings and I'll go far
+And when I'm rich
+And meet Bob Hope
+We'll shoot some golf
+And shoot some dope
+Is my cock big enough
+Is my brain small enough
+For you to make me a star
+Give me a toot
+I'll sell you my soul
+Pull my strings and I'll go far
+Is my cock big enough
+Is my brain small enough
+For you to make me a star
+Is my cock big enough
+Is my brain small enough
+For you to make me a star
+Is my cock big enough
+Is my brain small enough
+For you to make me a star
+Give me a toot
+I'll sell you my soul
+Pull my strings and I'll go far
+Give me a toot
+I'll sell you my soul
+Pull my strings and I'll go far
+And drool, drool, drool, drool, drool, drool... My Payola!
+Drool, drool, drool, drool, drool, drool... My Payola!
+==== Short Songs ====
+I like short songs (x13)
+==== Straight A's ====
+Brain death, blind desk, school damage, straigh A's
+Sixteen, on the honor roll, I wish that I was dead
+Hate my Parents, 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 and suck me dry
+Yell at me when I fuck up and party while I cry
+I look so big on paper, I feel so very small
+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 you fault, you made me die
+Touch me won't, you touch me now so frozen I can't love
+When I was born my mama cried and picked me up with gloves
+Girls, they kick me in the eye, want answers to the tests
+When they get them they drive off and leave me home to rest
+Hold my head
+Make me warm
+Tell me I am loved
+Give me hope
+Let me cry
+Make me feel
+Give me touch
+The window's broken, bleeding, screaming, lying in the hall
+I'm gone no one remembers me, a picture on the wall
+"He was such a bright boy, the future in his hands..."
+Or a spineless human pinball shot around by your demands
+Suicide - suicide
+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
+==== 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 leaving pretty late
+Gotta get up in the morning
+Thinking she's just too expensive
+And you know you're...
+Probably...
+Right!
+There's no one on the streets
+And you can't find your hotel
+You walk a little faster
+- Someone's following you
+The wallet-size bulge
+In you 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 out for your face
+- And I strike!
+==== 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
+The sign says, 'Next sign 30 miles!'
+My pension comes -
+Each penny saves 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
+Shit! Damned!
+Let go off me motherfucker
+I wanna live by my rules
+Religious Vomit
+All religions make me wanna throw up
+All religions make me sick
+All religions make me wanna throw up
+All religions suck
+They all claim that they have 'the Truth'
+They'll set you free
+Just give'em all your 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 wanna throw up
+All religions make me sick
+All religions make me wanna throw up
+All religions suck (x2)
+All religions make me wanna throw up
+All religions suck
+All religions make me BLEAH
+They all claim that they have 'the Truth'
+They'll set you free
+Just give'em all your money and they'll set you free
+Free for a fee
+They all claim that they have 'the Answer'
+When they don't even know 'the Question'
+They're just a bunch of liars
+They just want your money
+They just want your consciousness
+All religions make me wanna throw up
+All religions make me sick
+All religions make me wanna throw up
+All religions suck (x2)
+All religions make me wanna throw up
+All religions suck
+All religions make me BLEAH
+They really make me sick (x6)
+They really make me ILL.
+==== Moral Majority ====
+WWe are gathered here tonight, to pay tribute to our Lord, and money on to me.
+O Lord in heaven, let us pray. You TV viewers, give me your pay.
+M - I - C... K - -E - Y... M - O - U - S - E.
+One, two, three
+You call yourselves the Moral Majority
+We call ourselves 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 till we're lining your pockets
+God must be dead, if you're alive
+Circus-tent con-men and Southern belle bunnies
+Milk your emotions and 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
+You're planning for a war with or without Iran
+Building a police state with your 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 Schlafly
+Ram it up your cunt, Anita
+Cos God must be dead
+If you're alive
+God must be dead
+If your'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've 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 plan
+There's shiney-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 (x2)
+At the grimy Kepone factory
+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 cos I shake all the time
+Cos of the Kepone poisoning - Minamata
+Kepone poisoning - Minamata
+At the grimy Kepone factory.
+==== Dog Bite ====
+Hold it, it's to slow
+Dog bite
+On my leg
+Not right
+Supposed to beg
+(x2)
+Daily to the filling station
+Underwater navigation
+Oh, Oh, Oh...
+Oh, Oh, Oh...
+Dog bite
+On my leg
+Not right
+Supposed to beg
+(x2)
+Oh, Oh, Oh...
+Oh, Oh, Oh...
+Daily to the filling station
+Underwater navigation
+Oh, Oh, Oh...
+Oh, Oh, Oh...
+Dog bite
+On my leg
+Not right
+Supposed to beg
+(x2)
+==== Nazi Punks Fuck Off ====
+Punk ain't no religious cult
+Punk means thinking for yourself
+You ain't hardcore cos you spike your hair
+When a jock still live inside your head
+Nazi Punks, Nazi Punks, Nazi Punks
+Fuck Off!
+(x2)
+If you've come to fight get outta here
+You ain't better than the bouncers
+We ain't trying to be police
+When you ape the cops it ain't anarchy
+Nazi Punks, Nazi Punks, Nazi Punks
+Fuck Off!
+(x2)
+Ten guys jump one, what a man!
+You fight each other, the police state wins
+Stab your backs when you trash our halls
+Trash a bank if you've got real balls
+You still think swastikas look cool
+The real Nazis run your schools
+They're coaches, businessmen and cops
+In a real fourth reich you'll be the first to go
+Nazi Punks, Nazi Punks, Nazi Punks
+Fuck Off!
+(x2)
+You'll be the first to go (x3)
+Unless you think...
+==== We've Got A Bigger Problem Now ====
+Last call for alcohol, last call for free of speech. Drink up, happy hours now
+inforced by law.
+Don't forget our house special, it's call the chicky-diggy screwdriver...
+I am emperor Ronald Reagan
+Born again with fascist craving
+Still, you made me President
+Human rights will soon go 'way
+I am now your Shah today
+Now I command all of you
+Now you're gonna pray in school
+And I'll make sure they're christian too
+California Über Alles (x2)
+Über Alles California (x2)
+Ku Klux Klan will control you
+Still you think it's natural
+Nigger knockin' for the master race
+Still you wear a 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 (x2)
+California Über Alles (x2)
+Über Alles California (x2)
+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 (x2)
+And all the friends of President Reagan
+California Über Alles (x2)
+Über Alles California (x2)
+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 (x2)
+And it's three days old
+Goin' on forever
+Make you hazy (x2)
+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 till you're slippin' away
+It's getting all your friends
+Getting all deppressed
+You can't get it up
+For nothing that'll rock the boat
+Flu
+The government flu (x3)
+Slip it abroad
+Keep a-slowin' down the U.S.S.R.
+But meanwhile
+We'll keep an eye on what it's doin' to you
+Got a head cold (x2)
+And it's three days old
+Goin' on forever
+Make you hazy (x2)
+Drive you crazy
+For days and days and days and days and days (x3)
+The government flu (x3)
+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 in life
+Is to look good on paper
+All I want is a slot
+In some big corporation
+John Belushi's my hero I lampoon and I ape him
+My news of the world comes from Sports Illustrated
+I'm proud of my trophies like my empty beer cans
+Stacked in rows up the walls 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 (x2)
+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 thanksgiving to host
+I'm a terminal, terminal, terminal preppie
+terminal, terminal, terminal preppie (x2)
+==== Trust Your Mechanic ====
+TV invents a disease
+You think you have
+So you buy our drugs
+And soon you depend on them
+Pain 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
+You're feelin' good till 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 cream tonight
+Never look right again
+Unless you grease your skin
+Again and again and again and again
+Gonna rip you off
+Told you're depressed
+So of course you go see the psychiatrist
+Right when you hit your neuroses' roots
+He confuses you
+He fucks your head up worse
+Gotcha you felling 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 is 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 always talk in facts
+You know you're always right
+Cause you know how to prove it step by step
+A Ph.D. 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, jocket for position
+Be polite
+In the pyramid you hate
+Sip that scotch
+Get that raise
+This ain't no party at all
+Something is wrong here
+You won't find it on a shelf
+You're well paid
+You're well trained
+You're tied to a rack
+Cringe and tense 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
+Why don't you punch your boss
+AHHH
+Even you
+You just punch the clock
+Too scared to punch your boss
+When will you crack?
+When will you crack?
+When will you OPEN YOUR EYES?
+OPEN YOUR EYES? (x2)
+Pull up 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
+Something is wrong here
+You won't find it on a shelf
+You're well paid
+You're well trained
+You're tied to a rack
+When will you crack? (x4)
+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
+Then save up for a move
+Plow thru rest area San-O-Lets
+Splat! goes the lonely salesman
+Wanking in the men's room
+Buzzbomb, buzzbomb, tape up load
+Blue piss clinging to my winshield
+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 me sure looking bored
+Flashing sirens - state patrol
+They're scratching my gorgeous paint job
+Shooting at 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 to 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
+Windows covered with bars
+Security guards
+Is that a house or a prison
+How you gonna get out
+Electric bull and your tennis courts
+Pink sports cars and your boats
+Getting fried, fried, fried, fried, fried, fried
+By the fire
+Windows covered with bars
+Floodlights for the yard
+It's a pleasure to watch you
+Watch it all melt
+But hey!
+What about the cocaine
+Stockpiled in the basement?
+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 alarm went off
+Ever wonder why we laugh, laugh
+At your lives
+Windows covered with bars
+Fences spiked with barbed wire
+Never looked so helpless
+Engulfed in flames
+Cameras 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 (x3)
+From the fire(x2)
+==== 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 ever admit that
+I can see your eyes
+I can see your brain
+Baby, nothing's changed
+(x2)
+Because 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 (x2)
+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 everyday
+Are you so afraid
+(x3)
+After halloween (x3)
+Because your roll is planned for you
+There's nothing you can do
+But stop and see it through
+But what will the boss say to you
+And what will your girlfriend say to you
+And the people out on the street they might glare at you
+And what do you know your pretty self-conscious too?
+So you run back and stuff yourselves in rigid business costumes
+Only at night to score in your leather uniform exhumed
+Why don't you take your social regulations
+And shove them up your ass
+(x3)
+==== Winnebago Warrior ====
+Roughin' it in the great outdoors
+Guidebooks tell us where to go
+Winnebago Warrior
+Slow down traffic climbimb hills
+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
+Blad all day on the C.B.
+Winnebago Warrior
+Littered campground, folding chairs
+Feed Doritos to the bears
+Honey, quick, the Polaroid
+Winnebago Warrior
+Brave as old John Wayne
+Winnebago Warrior
+A true yankee pioneer
+Kill some fish down by the creek
+Hang their picture by the sink
+Show your grandson who's the boss
+Tie your two tote-goat to the front
+U-Haul trailer full of souvenirs
+That you buy along the way
+Winnebago Warrior
+Brave as old John Wayne
+Winnebago Warrior
+A true yankee pioneer
+Yankee pioneer
+==== Riot ====
+Rioting - the unbeatable high
+Adrenalin shoots your nerves to the sky
+Everyone knows this town is gonna blow
+And it's all gonna blow right now
+Now you can smash all the windows that you want
+All you really need are some friends and a rock
+Throwing a brick never felt so damn good
+Smash more glass
+Scream with a laugh
+And wallow with the crowd
+Watch them kicking peoples' ass
+But you get to the place
+Where the real slavedrivers live
+It's walled off by the riot squad
+Aiming guns right at your head
+So you turn right around
+And play right into their hands
+And set your own neighborhood
+Burning to the ground instead
+Riot - the unbeatable high
+Riot - shoots your nerves to the sky
+Riot - playing right into their hands
+Tomorrow your 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
+Jump and yelp for joy
+Quickly! dive back in the crowd
+Slip away, now don't get caught
+Let's loot the spiffy Hi-Fi store
+Grab as much as you can hold
+Pray your full arms don't fall off
+Here comes the owner with a gun
+Riot - the unbeatable high
+Riot - shoots your nerves to the sky
+Riot - playing right into their hands
+Tomorrow your homeless
+Tonight it's a blast
+Shit!
+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
+The 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 they please
+Riot - the unbeatable high
+Riot - shoots your nerves to the sky
+Riot - playing right into their hands
+Tomorrow your homeless
+Tonight it's a blast
+(x2)
+Tomorrow your 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 (x3)
+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
+C'mon bleed (x3)
+Bleed for me
+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
+Why yankee tax money in Fort Bragg
+The Peace Cops builds US labor camps
+When they think they're building schools
+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 camera clicks
+And make big business happy
+Anytime
+Anywhere
+Maybe you'll just disappear
+C'mon bleed (x3)
+Bleed
+==== 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 recording
+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 fool
+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 it I can start a riot
+Transform you to an angry mob
+And 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
+And turn you loose on the freeway
+I am the owl
+I seek out the fool
+Wipe 'em away
+Keep America free
+For clean livin' folks like me
+Send you spinning (x2)
+Send you spinning all over the freeway
+Spinning on the crowded freeway
+Spinning on the freeway (x7)
+Spin, spin (x2)
+Spin - lookout!
+The press, they never even cared
+Why a younth leader walked into a speeding car
+In ten years or so we'll leak the truth
+But by then it's only so much paper
+You know, Watergate hurt
+But nothing really ever changed
+A teeny bit quieter
+But we still play our little games
+We still play our little games
+But we still play our little games
+We still play our little (x2)
+We still play a lot of games
+I am the owl (x2)
+I seek out the fool
+Wipe 'em away
+Keep America free
+(x3)
+For me
+==== Dead End ====
+Once I had a close friend
+I knew him for quite a while
+He seemed alright to me
+We had this deal together
+Tookl 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 (x2)
+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 then life
+And things are harder to bear
+And things are harder to bear
+Oh well, things crumble to an end
+Hell, we all die in the end
+Die in the end (x3)
+It's a dead end
+Dead end (x3)
+Once I hade a lover
+I knew her for quite a while
+She seemed alright to me
+But then she was gone
+She took my lovin' and time
+Taking all that was mine
+And leaving me far behind (x2)
+Oh well, things crumble to an end
+Hell, we all die in the end
+Die in the end (x5)
+It's a dead end
+Dead end (x4)
+==== Moon Over Marin ====
+The crownded 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 gasmask on my head
+On my beach at night
+Bathe in my moonlight
+Another tanker's hit the rocks
+Abandoned to spill out it's 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
+Bathe in my moonlight
+I squash dead fish between my toes
+Try not to step on any toes
+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
+Electric Moonlight
+There will always be a moon
+Over Marin.

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