Where Do Ya Draw the Line Dead Kennedys

How many liberators Really want to be dictators Every theory has its holes When real life steps in So how do we feed And make room for All the people crowded on our earth And transfer all that

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

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

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

When ya Get Drafted Dead Kennedys

Words and Music by Biafra Are you believing the morning papers?

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...

Draw The Line Bryan Adams

I've been accused of jealousy While you've been runnin' 'round To think that I trusted you and you let me down You always liked the spotlight Now you're the talk of the town If trouble's what you're lookin

Holiday in Cambodia Dead Kennedys

And you know you've seen it all In daddy's car Thinkin' you'll go far Back east your type don't crawl Play ethnicky jazz To parade your snazz On your five grand stereo Braggin that you know How the

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

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

One-Way Ticket to Pluto Dead Kennedys

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

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

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

The Great Wall Dead Kennedys

Great Wall of China It's so big it's seen from outer space Put there to keep starving neighbors Locked outside the gates What's changed today?

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?

HALLOWEEN Dead Kennedys

Babe, you better know And you better plan Better plan all day Better plan all week Better plan all month Better plan all year You're dressed up like a clown Putting on your act It's the only

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

WINNEBAGO WARRIOR Dead Kennedys

Roughin' it in the great outdoors Guidebooks tell us where to go Winnebego Warrior Slow down traffic climbing hills 30 gallons to the mile Honey, quick, the Polaroid (chorus) Winnebago Warrior

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...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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,

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

Night of the Living Rednecks Dead Kennedys

Now, I waited, and walked down about a block to where the Kentucky Fried Chicken is, on Burnside, and sure enough, they drove around again.

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

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

Dear Abby Dead Kennedys

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. Just mix in the Tuna Helper...and ta-da!

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

A Commercial Dead Kennedys

It's so important we've even exhumed the bodies of Lynyrd Skynyrd!

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

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

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?

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

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?

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

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

Lie Detector Dead Kennedys

we find you qualified You have just the right capacity For putting up with our nonsense There's just one thing you've got to prove We know how you must be dishonest and lazy If you're so desperate

Draw the Line Aerosmith

checkmate honey, beat ya at your own damn game no dice honey, I'm livin' on the astral plane feet's on the ground, and your head's goin' down the drain oh, heads I win, tails you lose, to the never

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

Forward to Death Dead Kennedys

Words and music by 6025 I don't need your way of life I can't stand your attitudes I can do without your strife I don't need this fucking world I don't need this fucking world This world brings

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

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

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