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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? 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 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) KILL THE POOR Dead Kennedys efficiency and 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 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 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 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 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 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 I Fought The Law Dead Kennedys The law don't mean shit if you've got the right friends That's how the country's run Twinkies are the best friend I've ever had I fought the law and I won I blew George and Harvey's brains out with Hellnation Dead Kennedys ain't no more Hellnation--asking please For a nuclear freeze So the unborn kids Get their chance to live and breathe Hellnation asking aid For the minimum wage So the kids of tomorrow Don't wind 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 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. MORAL MAJORITY Dead Kennedys bunnies Milk your emotions then they steal your money It's the new dark ages with the fascists toting bibles Cheap nostalgia for the Salem Witch Trials Stodgy ayatollahs in their dobble-knit ties 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 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 disco 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 Night of the Living Rednecks Dead Kennedys and showered me with some water. So, I stood there thinking, what a bunch of fuckheads, and picked up a rock. I Kill Children Dead Kennedys Words and Music by Biafra I kill children I love to see them die I kill children And make their mamas cry Crush 'em under my car I wanna hear them scream Feed 'em poison candy To spoil their 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 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! Holiday in Cambodia Dead Kennedys On your five grand stereo Braggin that you know How the niggers feel cold And the slums got so much soul It's time to taste what you most fear Right Guard will not help you here Brace yourself, my 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 California Uber Alles Dead Kennedys I am Governor Jerry Brown My aura smiles And never frowns Soon I will be president... I AM THE OWL Dead Kennedys 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 on your lonely wife I play tape recordings Of you to my Chicken Farm Dead Kennedys Sprawled in the square are today's broken bodies Lots to pick clean if you're first and quick Rift through their, pockets peel off their clothes To wear or sell when you wash out the blood Run my 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 When ya Get Drafted Dead Kennedys War is coming back in style There's generals here, advisors there, And Russians nibbling everywhere The chessboard's filling up with red We make more profits when we blow off their heads Economy is FOREST FIRE Dead Kennedys California homes Better run run run run run From the fire But some of us stay and watch And we think of your insurance cost And we laugh laugh laugh laugh laugh laugh At your lives Windows covered with