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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 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?" At My Job Dead Kennedys Corruption words: Biafra, music:Biafra/Ray/Flouride/Peligro Finally got to Washington in the middle of the night I couldn't wait I headed straight for the Capitol Mall My heart began to pound 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 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 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 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 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 I AM THE OWL Dead Kennedys you to my friends at night We've got our girl in bed with you You're on candid camera We just un-elected you (chorus) I am the owl I seek out the fowl Wipe 'em away Keep America free For 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 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 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 Rednecks Randy Newman Last night I saw Lester Maddox on a TV show With some smart-ass New York Jew And the Jew laughed at Lester Maddox And the audience laughed at Lester Maddox too Well, he may be a fool but he's our fool Cesspools in Eden Dead Kennedys Oh...Oh Oh Oh It's the big waste dump Oh, yeah We built your ticky-tacky houses On landfill soil To cover up a gift We left you years before Of toxic chemicals And leaking gas Just dig a little 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, 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 Too Drunk to Fuck Dead Kennedys Went to a party I danced all night I drank sixteen beers And I started up a fight But now I'm jaded You're out of luck I'm rolling down the stairs Too drunk to fuck Too drunk to fuck Too drunk 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 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 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 Fleshdunce Dead Kennedys We're world industry's thoughtlords The entertainment wing We keep you all in line By fixing your free will Surround you with pop fantasies Just slightly out of reach To soften all the blows Triumph of the Swill Dead Kennedys macho cock-rock metal heroes Vomit fire out of their big mouts Shake your fists obediently Make Leni Riefenstahl real proud See the Aryan bozo with the red guitar Parachute on the White House lawn 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 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 M.T.V.--Get Off the Air Dead Kennedys words: Biafra, music: Biafra & Ray Fun Fun Fun in the fluffy chair Flame up the herb Woof down the beer (click!) A Growing Boy Needs His Lunch Dead Kennedys 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 place of Jesus 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 One-Way Ticket to Pluto Dead Kennedys Get ready for the blast off! And don't forget the hype! We're going into space. 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 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