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A Commercial Dead Kennedys Have we got a telethon for you coming soon on MTV! A rockin' bankroll extravaganza featuring all your vigilante rock stars! Sammy Hagar...Sylvester Stallone...Clint Eastwood. Triumph of the Swill Dead Kennedys Music is banned in Khomeini's Iran On the grounds that it stimulates the brain We've done him one better in the land of coke and honey Using music to people's brains to sleep Ever wonder why commercial M.T.V.--Get Off the Air Dead Kennedys 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 DEAD END Dead Kennedys Once I had a close friend I knew him for quite a while He seemed all right to me We had this deal together Tied up my money and time And then he went away Taking all that was mine (chorus) HYPERACTIVE CHILD Dead Kennedys I'm tired of kissin' ass I can't sit still all day You know I know your school's a lie That's why you dragged me here 'You're a hyperactve child You're disruptive, you're too wild We're going Holiday in Cambodia Dead Kennedys So you been to schools For a year or two And you know you've seen it all In daddy's car Thinking you'll go far Back east your type don't crawl Play ethnicy jazz To parade your snazz On your five Rambozo the Clown Dead Kennedys Got a deadly toy To brainwash your boy An egocentric muscle thug Kicks butt on screen like a brat outa hell Bullshitter in the Indochina shop Pull the string in his back, we win the war That Pull My Strings Dead Kennedys 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 Life Sentence Dead Kennedys 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 Saturday Night Holocaust Dead Kennedys There's a prefab building and a funny smell Around the hill outside of town Every now and then we wonder But we shrug our shoulders And get back to work There's a railroad there and trains go GOVERNMENT FLU Dead Kennedys 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 (chorus) Got a head cold Got a chest cold And it's three days old (Goin' on forever) Make you TERMINAL PREPPIE Dead Kennedys 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 make an impression I block out thinking It won't get me ahead My ambition in life I AM THE OWL Dead Kennedys 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 FOREST FIRE Dead Kennedys No junk food, just earthly goods I ate weird berries in the woods Now I'm seeing colors, I'm getting higher I think I'll start a forest fire There's a forest fire climbin' the hill Burnin' wealthy I Spy Dead Kennedys You look at me fromhe 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 CHORUS I spy for you and me I spy for you and me Chickenshit Conformist Dead Kennedys Punk's not dead It just deserves to die When it becomes another stale cartoon A close-minded, self-centered social club Ideas don't matter, it's who you know If the music's gotten boring It's A Growing Boy Needs His Lunch Dead Kennedys words: Biafra, music:Biafra/Ray/Flouride/Peligro In lonely gas stations with mini-marts You'll find rows of them for sale Liquor-filled statues of Elvis Presley Drink like a vampire His disciples Police Truck Dead Kennedys late late shift no one to fear And ride, ride how we ride We ride, lowride It's roundup time where the good whores meet Gonna drag one screaming off the street And ride, ride how we ride Got a MORAL MAJORITY Dead Kennedys flag and a bible God must be dead if you're alive Blow it out your ass, Jerry Falwell Blow it out your ass, Jesse Helms Blow it out your ass, Ronald Reagan What's wrong with a mind of my own? Soup Is Good Food Dead Kennedys words: Biafra, music:Ray/Biafra/Flouride/Peligro We're sorry But you're no longer needed Or wanted Or even cared about here Machines can do a better job than you This is what you get for asking This Could Be Anywhere (This Could Be Everywhere) Dead Kennedys words: Biafra music: Ray/Biafra/Flouride/Peligro 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 RIOT Dead Kennedys Now you can smash all the windows that you want All you need are some friends and a rock Throwing a brick never felt so damn good Smash some more glass Scream with a laugh And wallow with the crowd Cesspools in Eden Dead Kennedys Oh...Oh Oh Oh It's the big waste dump Oh, yeah We built your ticky-tacky houses On landfill soil To cover up a gift We left you years before Of toxic chemicals And leaking gas Just dig a little Chemical Warfare Dead Kennedys Now I got my own mustard gas in my pocket Climb on a tree on a branch On a country club full of Saturday golfers So I can watch them die chokin' shakin'in convulsions Go crazy crazy crazy crazy Crazy The Prey Dead Kennedys 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 Macho Insecurity Dead Kennedys Name one thing on earth lower than a tough guy Who talks with his fists instead of using his head Who beats the shit out of anything it can't understand Behind the muscle mask is a scared little boy KEPONE FACTORY Dead Kennedys I finally found a job in a paper Movin' barrels at a chemical plant There's shiny-looking dust on my fingers Goin' up my nose and into my lungs It's the Kepone poisoning - Minamata Kepone poisoning Night of the Living Rednecks Dead Kennedys I wanna tell you a story, about the last time I was in Portland. Your Emotions Dead Kennedys Bay Ray Your mommy told you this And your daddy told you 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 Lie Detector Dead Kennedys Aren't you a Christian?!?!?