M.T.V.--Get Off the Air Dead Kennedys

Get off the M.T.V. Get off the M.T.V.

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

Goons of Hazzard Dead Kennedys

find a chick to sit in the middle So we drink ourselves sick Lean out the windows and pinch ass instead We are the Goons of Hazzard Glorified on your TV We run down bikes and hitch hikers And we

NAZI PUNKS FUCK OFF Dead Kennedys

Nazi punks Nazi punks Nazi punks - Fuck Off!

Triumph of the Swill Dead Kennedys

Life can only get better All you need to do is fall in love Everyone else has fun but you Buy that fun you'll fit in too Dance your problems away GOVERNMENT MUSIC Cheap escape to that mind-control

RIOT Dead Kennedys

Watch them kicking peoples' ass But you get to the place Where the real slavedrivers live It's walled off by the riot squad Aiming guns right at your head So you turn right around And play right

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

DEAD END Dead Kennedys

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) Oh, well, things crumble to an end Hell, we all die in the

Cesspools in Eden Dead Kennedys

Groundwater's poisoned Air stings like hell The lines for doctors growing long Over martinis The company laughs "We don't owe you one damn thing." But what about all these fainting spells?

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

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,

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

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

FOREST FIRE Dead Kennedys

No junk food, just earthly goods I ate weird 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

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

Holiday in Cambodia Dead Kennedys

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 dear...

Holiday in Cambodia Dead Kennedys

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 grand stereo Bragging that you know How the

Kinky Sex Makes the World Go 'Round Dead Kennedys

It doesn't look like they'll ever get a job... It's about time we did something constructive with these people... We've got thousands of 'em here too. They're crawling all over...

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

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

WELL PAID SCIENTIST Dead Kennedys

right thing Don't fidget, jockey for position Be polite In the pyramid you hate Sip that scotch Get that raise This ain't no party at all (chorus) Cringe and tense up Grind your teeth And

One-Way Ticket to Pluto Dead Kennedys

Get ready for the blast off! And don't forget the hype! We're going into space.

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

Chicken Farm Dead Kennedys

begun 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

A Growing Boy Needs His Lunch Dead Kennedys

vampire His disciples flock to such a fitting shrine Sprawled across from his graceless mansion A shopping mall Filled with prayer rugs and Elvis dolls And I wonder Yeah I wonder Will Elvis take the

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

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

At My Job Dead Kennedys

sky With flags like pubic hair ringed 'round the bottom The symbols of our heritage Lit up proudly in the night Somehow fits to see the homeless people Passed out on the lawn So this is where

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

The Man with the Dogs Dead Kennedys

I am no one But I am 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

Police Truck Dead Kennedys

Tonight's the night that we got the truck We're goin' downtown gonna beat up drunks Your turn to drive I'll bring the beer It's the late late shift no one to fear And ride, ride how we ride We ride

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

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?

Jock-O-Rama (Invasion of the Beef Patrol) Dead Kennedys

you get ahead Jock-O-Rama--Save my soul We're under the thumb of the Beef Patrol The future of America is in their hands Watch it roll over Niagara Falls Pep rally in the holy temple And you're

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?"

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

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

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 And

I Fought the Law Dead Kennedys

Drinkin’ beer in the hot sun I fought the law and I won I needed sex and I got mine I fought the law and I won The law don’t mean shit if you’ve got the right friends That’s how the country’s run

I Fought The Law Dead Kennedys

Drinkin' beer in the hot sun I fought the law and I won I needed sex and I got mine I fought the law and I won The law don't mean shit if you've got the right friends That's how the country's

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

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

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

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

Hellnation Dead Kennedys

who dragged me here And now you drag me back To this Hellnation CHORUS Problem is few care About the people in despair If you help no one You're guilty in the Hellnation Hellnation's when

Police Truck Dead Kennedys

Tonight's the night that we got the truck We're goin downtown gonna beat up drunks Your turn to drive I'll bring the beer It's the late, late shift no one to fear And ride, how we ride We ride

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

GOVERNMENT FLU Dead Kennedys

sick (chorus) Got a head cold 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

I Kill Children Dead Kennedys

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 Halloween So your're in the

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