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Drug me Dead Kennedys I want to do I need a project I can finish My brain needs some stimulation Drug me Drug me Drug me Drug me Drug me I'm so fucking tired I gotta stay awake I'm runnin' late I gotta make it thru 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 Kinky Sex Makes the World Go 'Round Dead Kennedys Now don't worry about those demonstrators - just pump up your drug supply. So many people have hooked themselves on heroin and amphetamines since we took over, it's just like Vietnam. At My Job Dead Kennedys 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 I'm so happy More boring by the day But they pay me 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) RELIGIOUS VOMIT Dead Kennedys 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 That'll set you free Just give 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 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 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 Forward to Death Dead Kennedys Words and music by 6025 I don't need your way of life I can't stand your attitudes I can do without your strife I don't need this fucking world I don't need this fucking world This world brings me Pull My Strings Dead Kennedys You'll pay ten bucks to see me on a fifteen foot high stage Fatass 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 Night of the Living Rednecks Dead Kennedys Well, they drove up to me, and they yelled what drunk dumb rich kids usually yell, 'Hey faggot!' and showered me with some water. 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 Buzzbomb From Pasadena Dead Kennedys 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 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 The Man With The Dogs Dead Kennedys See 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's They've seen me Ask you friends `Oh I know him' seen but Where Do Ya Draw the Line Dead Kennedys 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, "Who'd fix the sewers?" Saturday Night Holocaust Dead Kennedys Pompadour and pink lame I bow and blow the doorman He parts the chain, says join the game A quick line in the girls room To the bar for the electrodes A coin into the right slits Tape my temple watch me Hellnation Dead Kennedys 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 who dragged me I Kill Children Dead Kennedys Of course you have But I won't till I get my revenge I don't wanna see people any more Things I never ever saw before Make me see them for the shit they are Take as many as I can away with me Anyone 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 Gone with My Wind Dead Kennedys CHORUS Gone with my wind Out with a bang I'm gonna end it all right now Gone with my wind Out with a bang You're coming with me, oh wow My bombs will rain down on D.C. The Prey Dead Kennedys There's no one on the streets And you can't find your hotel You walk a little faster - Someone's following you The wallet-size bulge In your double-knit butt Has money for me And maybe credit Dear Abby Dead Kennedys They ask me what's my secret. Abby, I think they're getting suspicious. My smart-ass 8-year-old keeps asking, "Where's all the meat? The red dye #2 kind that's kept in the fridge." Macho Insecurity Dead Kennedys anything it can't understand Behind the muscle mask is a scared little boy CHORUS Called macho insecurity Macho insecurity Macho insecurity 'Cause you can't stand yourself Got a bitch with me KEPONE FACTORY Dead Kennedys Kepone poisoning - Minamata At the grimy Kepone Factory Turning people into bonzai 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 Too Drunk to Fuck Dead Kennedys fuck Too drunk To fuck I'm too drunk, too drunk, too drunk To fuck I like your stories I like your gun Shooting out cop tires Sounds like loads and loads of fun But in my room Wish you were dead Potshot Heard Round the World Dead Kennedys We are gathered here today To take photos of the President Pretending to mourn these brave young me Who came home from Beirut Gift-wrapped in body bags- A truck bomb blew them to bits We knew they Goons of Hazzard Dead Kennedys demonstrators in Greensboro instead We are the Goons of Hazzard Glorified on your TV We leave you in a pool of blood Cos we know we'll get off scot-free Let's get him C'mere C'mere Say something to 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