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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 BLEED FOR ME Dead Kennedys You've been hanging 'round With an enemy of the state Come with me to the building That no one stops to watch (chorus) C'mon bleed C'mon bleed C'mon bleed Bleed for me We'll strap you to a Insight Dead Kennedys Who's that kid in the back of the room Who's that kid in the back of the room He's setting all his papers on fire He's setting all his papers on fire Where did he get that crazy smile Where did 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 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 Jock-O-Rama (Invasion of the Beef Patrol) Dead Kennedys 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 Straight A's Dead Kennedys Sixteen, on the honor roll I wish that I was dead Parents hate me, I got zits And bruises round my head Pressure's on to get good grates So I can be like them Do my homework all the time I can't Short Songs Dead Kennedys I like short songs (Repeat 13 times) Straight A's Sixteen, on the honor roll I wish that I was dead Parents hate me, I got zits And bruises `round my head Pressure's on to get good grades A Child and his Lawnmower Dead Kennedys Some clown in Sacramento was drugged into court He shot his lawnmower It disobeyed, it wouldn't start Might makes right, it's the American Way (R) They fined him $60 and sent him on his way You know 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 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 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 Drug me Dead Kennedys Biafra I don't want to think Don't make me care I wanna melt in with the group I need the balls To leap out of my shell And let go with my friends Can't come up with anything I want to do I need a TRUST YOUR MECHANIC Dead Kennedys TV invents a disease You think you have So you buy our drugs And soon you depend on them Pain is in your mind Gotcha comin' back for more Again and again and again and again Gonna rip you off Where Do Ya Draw the Line Dead Kennedys ('Cept when my amp needs electric power) Or-"The Party Line says no. Feminists can't wear fishnets." You wanna help stop war? At My Job Dead Kennedys 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 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 Gone with My Wind Dead Kennedys the president's had too much to drink His days of power are about gone He's been talking to paintings in the hall He says, "I'm finished, so what the hell? My life is ruined, what matters now? Take This Job And Shove It Dead Kennedys walking out the door Take this job and shove it I ain't working here no more They'll have you in this factory From now on for fifty years All this time I see my woman Drowning in her tears I see a Triumph of the Swill Dead Kennedys Vomit fire out of their big mouts 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 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) Night of the Living Rednecks Dead Kennedys Oh, his fist didn't go up so quickly this time! Yawn... yawn... yawn... Put them headphones on, it's bee-bop time. I wanna tell you a story, about the last time I was in Portland. 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. 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 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 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