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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! Your Emotions Dead Kennedys Which are really yours Or are you just a copycat 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 FOREST FIRE Dead Kennedys 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 California homes Better run run run run run From Cesspools in Eden Dead Kennedys Poison is bubbling Beneath your dreamhome Buried there years before Kid runs in crying From playing in the garden "Mommy, I burned my hands!" "What's making our eyes so itchy?" Potshot Heard Round the World Dead Kennedys this fighting Or we'll tell Mom Ever notice news Is taged like TV wrestling shows With Reagans and Khaddafis cast As cartoon villains and heroes Or those wildlife "documentaries" Where a lion from One-Way Ticket to Pluto Dead Kennedys Distinguished scientists A pesky senator And 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 Because we owe you some favors 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 Dear Abby Dead Kennedys 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. Just mix in the Tuna Helper...and ta-da! Anarchy for Sale Dead Kennedys 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 MOON OVER MARIN Dead Kennedys Another tanker's hit the rocks Abandoned to spill out its guts The sand is laced with sticky glops O'Shimmering moonlight sheen upon The waves and water clogged with oil White gassed steam up from Shrink Dead Kennedys Cops and Mason businessmen Were exempted from the ovens As if you weren't already. the rest of you are all our termites now Oh........ Night of the Living Rednecks Dead Kennedys We'll play the theme from the Dinah Shore Show. Who wants to be Dinah Shore? Who's alter-ego is Dinah Shore? Oh, his fist didn't go up so quickly this time! Yawn... yawn... yawn... Hellnation Dead Kennedys Peligro Hellnation's when they teach us Profiting from greed Hellnation's what they give us Coke, heroin & speed Hellnation's when they tell you You gotta go clean up your act You're the one When ya Get Drafted Dead Kennedys when ya get drafted Stocked with kids from slums If you can't afford a slick attorney We might make you a spy Forget your demonstrations Kids today sit on their ass when ya get drafted Just a six-pack Do the Slag Dead Kennedys Have you heard about the latest craze That's sweepin' across the nation All the punks from coast to coast Have discovered an old invention: "Your hair's too long Man, you're a queer You're too A Commercial Dead Kennedys Have you're rich parents' money ready, world hunger's gone forever once your check's in the mail when MTV and the rock and racism connection bring you live, from Sun City, USA FOR SOUTH AFRIA! TERMINAL PREPPIE Dead Kennedys thinking It won't get me ahead My ambition in life Is to look good on paper All I want is a slot In some big corporation John Belushi's my hero I lampoon and ape him My news of the world Comes from WELL PAID SCIENTIST Dead Kennedys (chorus) When will you crack When will you crack When will you crack When will you crack The dark shattered underbelly Of the American dream Avoid it like the plague It stares you from the bathroom Where Do Ya Draw the Line Dead Kennedys 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 Great Wall Dead Kennedys Great Wall of China It's so big it's seen from outer space Put there to keep starving neighbors Locked outside the gates What's changed today? 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 Slip away, now don't get caught Let's loot the spiffy Hi-Fi Store Grab as much as you can hold Pray your arms won't fall off Here comes the owner with a gun (chorus) The barricades spring up from A Growing Boy Needs His Lunch Dead Kennedys 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 flock to such a fitting shrine Sprawled across from Chicken Farm Dead Kennedys camp We crawl shaking through the fields at gunpoint all day To defuse leftover landmines--by hand We shiver on the deck and stiffen for the worst If the pirates come around we might as well be dead DEAD END Dead Kennedys worry About who was in control Could look into the future But now it don't seem right Passion is filling the air Profits and better than life And things are harder to beat (chorus) It's a dead Take This Job And Shove It Dead Kennedys 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 and shove it I ain't working here no more They'll have you in this factory From M.T.V.--Get Off the Air Dead Kennedys Get off the air Get off the air See the latest rejects from the muppet show Wag their tits and their dicks As they lip-synch on screen There's something I don't like About a band who always smiles Jock-O-Rama (Invasion of the Beef Patrol) Dead Kennedys 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 At My Job Dead Kennedys where it happens The power games and 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 Soup Is Good Food Dead Kennedys of trash We're sorry You'll just have to leave Unemployment runs out after just six weeks How does it feel to be a budget cut* You're snipped You no longer exist Your number's been purged from