Soup Is Good Food Dead Kennedys

out to pasture Looks like we'll have to let you go Doesn't it feel fulfilling to know That you--the human being--are now obsolete And there's nothing in hell we'll let you do about it CHORUS Soup

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

A Commercial Dead Kennedys

This ain't no sissy concert to raise food for the needy; this concerts whipped up the American way to raise money for guns for the greedy!

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

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

This Could Be Anywhere (This Could Be Everywhere) Dead Kennedys

asphalt Below them a few carcasses Of the long gone age of privacy It takes a scary kind of illness To design a place like this for pay Downtown's an endless generic mall Of video games and fast food

Shrink Dead Kennedys

If only people could shrink Our world wouldn't be so overcrowded Bring ourselves down to size There'd be so much more food to go 'round Why don't we build a machine With all the know-how of the

Saturday Night Holocaust Dead Kennedys

in the girls' room To the bar for the electrodes A coin into the right slit Tape my temple, watch me go Blacks are banned, 'cept on the records O' life's a cabaret Like Berlin, 1930 All I crave is

Saturday Night Holocaust Dead Kennedys

burning up the floor Whirling twirling Close my eyes No faces judging me A Hitler youth in jogging suit Smiling face banded `round his arm Says, `Line up, you've got work to do' We need dog food

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

TERMINAL PREPPIE Dead Kennedys

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 Is

Life Sentence Dead Kennedys

You used to be a partner in crime Now you say you ain't go the time Gotta get serious, gotta plan Gotta pass those entrance exams Oh my God It's senior year All you care about is your career It's

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

life revolve around sports Walk tough--don't act too smart Be a mean machine Then we'll let you get ahead Jock-O-Rama--Save my soul We're under the thumb of the Beef Patrol The future of America is

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?"

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

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

Kinky Sex Makes the World Go 'Round Dead Kennedys

This is the Secretary at the State Department of the United States... We have a problem. The companies want something done about this sluggish world economic situation...

RIOT Dead Kennedys

Rioting - the unbeatable high Adrenaline shoots your nerves to the sky Everyone knows this town is gonna blow And it's all gonna blow right now...

DEAD END Dead Kennedys

Oh, well, things crumble to an end Hell, we all die in the end Die in the end Once it was fun to worry About who was in control Could look into the future But now it don't seem right Passion is

At My Job Dead Kennedys

pricks the 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

Police Truck Dead Kennedys

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, lowride It's roundup time where the good

Pull My Strings Dead Kennedys

\" (But there's just one problem:) Is my cock big enough Is my brain small enough For you to make me a star Give me a toot, I'll sell you my soul Pull my strings and I'll go far Give me a toot

Police Truck Dead Kennedys

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, lowride It's roundup time where the good

The Man With The Dogs Dead Kennedys

you're walking Two dogs run around your toes You turn around Two eyes break you down Now, who does that guy think he's starin' at Stop in your tracks You're being laughed at You armored ego is

The Man with the Dogs Dead Kennedys

Stop in your tracks You're being laughed at Your armored ego is nude And I do and I do Crack up 'cos I'm getting to you I see you I see you And you're pretty self-conscious too Down to you church

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

MORAL MAJORITY Dead Kennedys

You call yourself the Moral Majority We call ourself the people in the real world Trying to rub us out, but we're going to survive God must be dead if you're alive You say, 'God loves you.

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

California Uber Alles Dead Kennedys

Alles Uber Alles California Zen fascists will control you 100% natural You will jog for the master race And always wear the happy face Close your eyes, can't happen here Big Bro' on white horse is

Pull My Strings Dead Kennedys

Chorus: Is my cock big enough Is my brain small enough For you to make me a star Give me a toot And I'll sell you my soul Pull my strings and I'll go far And when I'm rich And meet Bob Hope

Hellnation Dead Kennedys

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 here And now you drag me back To this Hellnation CHORUS Problem is

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

Rambozo the Clown Dead Kennedys

Joe in the cereal bowl Grey shrapnel-flavored chewing gum Mass murder ain't just painless Now we've made it cute CHORUS War is sexy War is fun Iron Ego Red Dawn Be a wolverine.

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

Holiday in Cambodia Dead Kennedys

while you bitch So you can get rich But your boss gets richer off you Well you'll work harder With a gun in your back For a bowl of rice a day Slave for soldiers Till you starve Then your head is

Holiday in Cambodia Dead Kennedys

you bitch So you can get rich But your boss gets richer off you Well, you'll work harder With a gun in your back For a bowl of rice a day Slave for soldiers Until you starve Then your head is

HALLOWEEN Dead Kennedys

Are you so afraid What will people say (repeat) After Halloween Because your roll is planned for you There's nothing you can do But stop and think it through But what will your boss say to you

One-Way Ticket to Pluto Dead Kennedys

bright Step one: nator, your vomit, It's time to analyze it For the folks back home Open the hatch, launch the war satellite That the commies aren't supposed to know about Our real challenge is

Your Emotions Dead Kennedys

Words and Music by East Bay Ray Your mommy told you this And your daddy told you Always think like this And never do that You learned so many feelings But what is there to that Which are really

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

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?"

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

Hi I'm your video DJ I always talk like I'm wigged out on quaaludes I wear a satin baseball jacket everywhere I go My job is to help destroy What's left of your imagination By feeding you endless

MOON OVER MARIN Dead Kennedys

It's fenced off to the waters edge I clamp a gas mask on my head (chorus) On my beach at night Bathe in my moonlight Another tanker's hit the rocks Abandoned to spill out its guts The sand is

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

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

Night of the Living Rednecks Dead Kennedys

Who's alter-ego is Dinah Shore? Oh, his fist didn't go up so quickly this time! Yawn... yawn... yawn... Put them headphones on, it's bee-bop time.

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

Buzzbomb From Pasadena Dead Kennedys

Plow through rest area San-o-Lets Splat goes the lonely salesman Still wanking in the men's room: Buzzbomb buzzbomb tape up loud Lawrence Welk cranked up to 10 Faster faster in my car Buzzbomb is

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

least two thousand years But we're here now To protect the family Of Christian heroin warlords Most friendly to the West So you knock off this fighting Or we'll tell Mom Ever notice news Is