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At My Job Dead Kennedys words & music by East Bay Ray 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 CHORUS I'm working at my job Take This Job And Shove It Dead Kennedys Take this job and shove it I ain't working here no more My woman left and took all the reasons I was working for You better not try to stand in my way When I'm walking out the door Take this job 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 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 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 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 Lie Detector Dead Kennedys just the right capacity For putting up with our nonsense There's just one thing you've got to prove We know how you must be dishonest and lazy If you're so desperate You actually want to work at MOON OVER MARIN Dead Kennedys The crowded future stings my eyes I still find time to exercise In uniform with two white stripes Unlock my section of the sand It's fenced off to the waters edge I clamp a gas mask on my head Buzzbomb From Pasadena Dead Kennedys Buzzbomb buzzbomb macho-mobile The road's my slave, that's how I feel I cruise alone, I cruise real far Shoo young punk! Chicken Farm Dead Kennedys words: Biafra, music:Biafra/Ray/Flouride/Peligro Another rainy morning mingling at the market Bartering for food for another day Rifle shots ring out behind the crumbling buildings Executions have GOVERNMENT FLU Dead Kennedys Got a chest cold And it's three days old (Goin' on forever) Make you hazy Make you lazy Drive you crazy For days and days and days and days And years Barely got the time now To stay on the job Night of the Living Rednecks Dead Kennedys The night before we played at the Long Goodbye, I was walkin' on the street about 10:30 at night, a lot of people go to bed around here at 10:30 at night, and well, I was walkin' along, when suddenly This Could Be Anywhere (This Could Be Everywhere) Dead Kennedys and fast food chains One by one The little houses are bricked up and condemned A subtle hint to move Before the rats move in This could be anywhere This could be everywhere Those new kids at Drug me Dead Kennedys Words and Music by 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 Dear Abby Dead Kennedys 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 some choice cuts from my autopsy subjects. Chemical Warfare Dead Kennedys Words and Music by Biafra Down at the arsenal they keep the nerve gasses Guarded day and night by caged white rabbits Been sitting there for years I'm gonna have at it I cut through the fence, 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 Kinky Sex Makes the World Go 'Round Dead Kennedys This is the Secretary at the State Department of the United States... We have a problem. The companies want something done about this sluggish world economic situation... 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 The Man With The Dogs Dead Kennedys I am no one But I'm well known For I am the man with the dogs I stare at you shopping Watch while you're walking Two dogs run around your toes You turn around Two eyes break you down Now, who Saturday Night Holocaust Dead Kennedys and then we wonder But we shrug our shoulders And get back to work There's a railroad there and trains go by And there's people locked in cattle cars And have you noticed that the french fries at Funland at the Beach Dead Kennedys Words and Music by Biafra Sunny Sunday at the amusement park See the fat hands spill their pop Oh babe - lots of flags and ballons But someone sabotaged the roller coaster last night Ran a turn 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) Macho Insecurity Dead Kennedys Why won't you say it to my face? It's so easy to mouth of to others But where's your proof? California Uber Alles Dead Kennedys I am Governor Jerry Brown My aura smiles And never frowns Soon I will be president... Police Truck Dead Kennedys pay Let's ride, lowride Pull down your dress here's a kick in the ass Let's beat you blue 'til you shit in your pants Don't move, child gotta big black stick There's six of us, babe so suck on my Potshot Heard Round the World Dead Kennedys We're the United States Marines We know you've all been killing each other For at least two thousand years But we're here now To protect the family Of Christian heroin warlords Most friendly KILL THE POOR Dead Kennedys 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 but no less value to property no sense in war but perfect sense at BLEED FOR ME Dead Kennedys down in a pool of piss (chorus) 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