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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' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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 | ||
+ | |||
+ | " | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | asking, " | ||
+ | |||
+ | If they find out the truth I don't think they' | ||
+ | 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. | ||
+ | " | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | Drawn like moths to our Babylon' | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | Bring ourselves down to size, | ||
+ | There' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | |||
+ | We've done him one better in the land of coke & honey, using music to put | ||
+ | people' | ||
+ | Ever wonder why commercial radio' | ||
+ | that way. | ||
+ | If the Doors or John Lennon were getting started now, the industry wouldn' | ||
+ | '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' | ||
+ | Maybe we can talk if you'de just drop your act. | ||
+ | Nothing' | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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. | ||
+ | " | ||
+ | " | ||
+ | " | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | rich parents' | ||
+ | mail, when M.T.V. and the rock' | ||
+ | City, USA FOR SOUTH AFRICA! | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Gone With My Wind ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | Wake up! Get down here quick! | ||
+ | The president' | ||
+ | His days of power are about gone, | ||
+ | He's been talking to paintings in the hall. | ||
+ | He says, " | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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, | ||
+ | know. | ||
+ | If the music' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | Oh! Where' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | break big." | ||
+ | Who needs friends when the money' | ||
+ | Cock-rock metal' | ||
+ | The music' | ||
+ | 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. | ||
+ | " | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | criticize ourselves. | ||
+ | The 60's weren' | ||
+ | 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, " | ||
+ | "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. | ||
+ | " | ||
+ | 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. | ||
+ | 10 slightly hurt, 4 million dollars damage. | ||
+ | Why not destroy private property, | ||
+ | When it's used against you and me? | ||
+ | Is that violence or self-defense, | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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 " | ||
+ | Kill a deer tied down ahead of time, at the perfect camera angle. | ||
+ | When lemmings balk at dying for Disney, they' | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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 ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | " | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | That you - the human being - are now obsolete | ||
+ | And there' | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | So we can rig the facts and sweep you under the rug | ||
+ | See our chart? Unemployment' | ||
+ | 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 | ||
+ | |||
+ | " | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | Hellnation' | ||
+ | Hellnation' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | Hellnation' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | So now there' | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | Or the guy who shows off his submachine gun | ||
+ | To his sixteen-year-old daughter' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | " | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | Here comes the 4-wheel-drive prosthetic penises | ||
+ | Got yer gun racks, tractor tires and lynch mob drivers | ||
+ | We couldn' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | Another tax write-off for some schmuck who doesn' | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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 | ||
+ | |||
+ | " | ||
+ | " | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | |||
+ | My heart began to pound. Yahoo! It really exists | ||
+ | The American International Pictures logo | ||
+ | |||
+ | I looked up at the Capitol Building | ||
+ | Couldn' | ||
+ | I felt like saying " | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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, " | ||
+ | |||
+ | " | ||
+ | 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, " | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | And Russians nibbling everywhere | ||
+ | The chessboard' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | There' | ||
+ | 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, | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | They' | ||
+ | Sez, " | ||
+ | Cos the building' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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', | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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 | ||
+ | 100% natural | ||
+ | You will jog for the master race | ||
+ | And always wear the happy face | ||
+ | Close your eyes, can't happen here | ||
+ | Big Bro' on white horse is near | ||
+ | The hippies won't come back you say | ||
+ | Mellow out or you will pay | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | Stealing people' | ||
+ | On a Friday night | ||
+ | |||
+ | Drivin' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | Stealing people' | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== 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' | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | Thinkin' | ||
+ | Back east your type don't crawl | ||
+ | |||
+ | Play ethnicky jazz | ||
+ | To parade your snazz | ||
+ | On you five grand stereo | ||
+ | Braggin' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | They' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | |||
+ | Oh there' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | |||
+ | They' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | Thinkin' | ||
+ | Back east your type don't crawl | ||
+ | |||
+ | Play ethnicky jazz | ||
+ | To parade your snazz | ||
+ | On you five grand stereo | ||
+ | Braggin' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | Twinkies are the best friend I've ever had | ||
+ | I fought the law and I won (x2) | ||
+ | |||
+ | I blew George & Harvey' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | Around the hills outside of town | ||
+ | Every now and then we wonder | ||
+ | But we shrug our shoulders and get back to work | ||
+ | |||
+ | There' | ||
+ | And there' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | Probably... | ||
+ | Right! | ||
+ | |||
+ | There' | ||
+ | And you can't find your hotel | ||
+ | You walk a little faster | ||
+ | - Someone' | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | They' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | Just give' | ||
+ | Free for a fee | ||
+ | |||
+ | They claim that they have 'the Answer' | ||
+ | When they don't even know 'the Question' | ||
+ | They' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | Just give' | ||
+ | Free for a fee | ||
+ | |||
+ | They all claim that they have 'the Answer' | ||
+ | When they don't even know 'the Question' | ||
+ | They' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Hyperactive Child ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | I'm tired of kissin' | ||
+ | I can't sit still all day | ||
+ | You know I know your school' | ||
+ | That's why you dragged me here | ||
+ | |||
+ | " | ||
+ | You're destructive, | ||
+ | We've going to calm you down | ||
+ | Now this won't hurt a bit" | ||
+ | |||
+ | Drag me to the floor | ||
+ | Pullin' | ||
+ | Ram a needle up my butt | ||
+ | Put my brain into a trance | ||
+ | |||
+ | "No more hyperactive child | ||
+ | Got too much of a mind | ||
+ | Wouldn' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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 " | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | |||
+ | California Über Alles (x2) | ||
+ | Über Alles California (x2) | ||
+ | |||
+ | Ku Klux Klan will control you | ||
+ | Still you think it's natural | ||
+ | Nigger knockin' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | |||
+ | You'll go quietly to boot camp | ||
+ | They' | ||
+ | Don't you worry, it's for a cause | ||
+ | Feeding global corporations' | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | |||
+ | It's getting all your friends | ||
+ | Getting all deppressed | ||
+ | You can't get it up | ||
+ | For nothing that' | ||
+ | |||
+ | Flu | ||
+ | |||
+ | The government flu (x3) | ||
+ | |||
+ | Slip it abroad | ||
+ | Keep a-slowin' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | (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 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' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | Guidebooks tell us where to go | ||
+ | Winnebago Warrior | ||
+ | |||
+ | Slow down traffic climbimb hills | ||
+ | 30 gallons to the mile | ||
+ | Honey, quick, the Polaroid | ||
+ | |||
+ | Winnebago Warrior | ||
+ | Brave as old John Wayne | ||
+ | Winnebago Warrior | ||
+ | A true yankee pioneer | ||
+ | |||
+ | Stop at Stuckey' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | I clamp a gasmask on my head | ||
+ | |||
+ | On my beach at night | ||
+ | Bathe in my moonlight | ||
+ | |||
+ | Another tanker' | ||
+ | Abandoned to spill out it's guts | ||
+ | The sand is laced with sticky glops | ||
+ | |||
+ | O' | ||
+ | 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. |