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Pull My Strings Dead Kennedys Drool, drool, drool, drool, drool, drool My Payola! Drool, drool, drool, drool, drool, drool My Payola! Police Truck Dead Kennedys the good whores meet Gonna drag one screaming off the street And ride, ride how we ride Got a black uniform and a silver badge Playin' cops for real, playin' cops for pay Let's ride, lowride Pull 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 WELL PAID SCIENTIST Dead Kennedys They're making fun of you Ahhh Even you You've gotta punch the clock Too scared to punch your boss When will you crack When will you crack When will you crack When will you open your eyes Pull 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) 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 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 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! 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. 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 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 Saturday Night Holocaust Dead Kennedys the disco Pompadour and pink lamme 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 slit Tape my Gone with My Wind Dead Kennedys My life is ruined, what matters now? I've always itched for that last great thrill... If I die all of you should too." HYPERACTIVE CHILD Dead Kennedys a lie That's why you dragged me here 'You're a hyperactve child You're disruptive, you're too wild We're going to calm you down Now this won't hurt a bit' Drag me to the floor Pullin' down my I Fought The Law Dead Kennedys 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 my 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 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 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 Anarchy for Sale Dead Kennedys - Get those flyers off my wall No commie peace shit in my boutique No one here cares what that all means CHORUS Our town sucks Our scene rules To belong you must buy into it So we sold you Night of the Living Rednecks Dead Kennedys So I got in the phonebooth by the Kentucky Fried Chicken on Burnside, held my legs straight out, like this, so they couldn't open the door to the phonebooth. 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 Life Sentence Dead Kennedys You used to be a partner in crime Now you say you ain't got the time Gotta get serious, gotta plan Gotta pass those entrance exams Oh my God It's your senior year All you care about is your Too Drunk to Fuck Dead Kennedys to fuck Too drunk to 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 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 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 This Could Be Anywhere (This Could Be Everywhere) Dead Kennedys suburbia Is a war zone now Sprouting the kinds of gangs We thought we'd left behind This could be anywhere This could be everywhere Kids at school are taking sides Along color and uniform lines 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 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?"