Goons of Hazzard Dead Kennedys

prosthetic penises Got yer gun racks, tractor tires and lynch mob drivers We couldn't 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

At My Job Dead Kennedys

Of the stars and stripes of corruption Makes me feel so ashamed To be an American When we're too stuck up to learn from our mistakes Trying to start another Viet Nam Like fiddling while Rome burns

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

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

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

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

A Growing Boy Needs His Lunch Dead Kennedys

words: Biafra, music:Biafra/Ray/Flouride/Peligro In lonely gas stations with mini-marts You'll find rows of them for sale Liquor-filled statues of Elvis Presley Drink like a vampire His disciples

Triumph of the Swill Dead Kennedys

problems away GOVERNMENT MUSIC Cheap escape to that mind-control beat GOVERNMENT MUSIC Mellow out-Life's too hard You don't even want to think See the macho cock-rock metal heroes Vomit fire out of

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

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

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

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

survive our schools Make your whole 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

One-Way Ticket to Pluto Dead Kennedys

the press back home You're going where no man has gone before Don't ask us where that is-we have no idea You're chosen for this great mission Because you're hearty and strong and make a lot of

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

I AM THE OWL Dead Kennedys

bug your 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

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

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

Pull My Strings Dead Kennedys

I'm tired of self respect I can't afford a car I wanna be a tool Don't need no soul Wanna make big money Playing rock and roll I'll make my music boring I'll play my music slow I ain't no artist

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

HYPERACTIVE CHILD Dead Kennedys

I'm tired of kissin' ass I can't sit still all day You know I know your school's a lie That's why you dragged me here 'You're a hyperactve child You're disruptive, you're too wild We're going

Chicken Farm Dead Kennedys

camp We crawl shaking through the fields at gunpoint all day To defuse leftover landmines--by hand We shiver on the deck and stiffen for the worst If the pirates come around we might as well be dead

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

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...

WELL PAID SCIENTIST Dead Kennedys

that raise This ain't no party at all (chorus) Cringe and tense up Grind your teeth And wipe your sweaty palms Close your windows driving past The low life company bar They're making fun of

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?

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?

Anarchy for Sale Dead Kennedys

Get your cuddly boots and studs Be sure to rebel in proper style Rebel along the paths we pick Out of fear of peer pressure we create Hey you!

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

KEPONE FACTORY Dead Kennedys

Gonna slam right through your bright metal door Gonna grap you by your sta-prest collar And ram some kepone down your throat The lawyer says 'That's the breaks, kid Gonna gnarl and rot the rest of

Pull My Strings Dead Kennedys

I'm tired of self respect I can't afford a car I wanna be a prefab superstar I wanna be a tool, don't need no soul Wanna make big money playing rock and roll I'll make my music boring I'll

Hellnation Dead Kennedys

guilty in the Hellnation Hellnation's when the president Asks for four more fucking years Hellnation's when he gets it By conning poor people and peers Hellnation--got no choice What's the point of

I Kill Children Dead Kennedys

Halloween So your're in the kids' ward You're in there cos you're ill How about some Pavulon So I can see you chill Time to hit the scool bus I think I'll schoot the tires Offer them a helping hand Of

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

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 my pride and joy King of

Take This Job And Shove It Dead Kennedys

out the door Take this job and shove it I ain't working here no more They'll have you in this factory From now on for fifty years All this time I see my woman Drowning in her tears I see a lot of

A Commercial Dead Kennedys

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

TERMINAL PREPPIE Dead Kennedys

I block out thinking It won't get me ahead My ambition in life Is to look good on paper All I want is a slot In some big corporation John Belushi's my hero I lampoon and ape him My news of

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

Rambozo the Clown Dead Kennedys

Like video games-no mess Just fuel for a mass lapse of common sense You can be Don Quixote We'll dice you with our windmill blades Brawn over brain Means a happy ending G.I.

Police Truck Dead Kennedys

real/playin' cops for pay Let's ride, lowride Pull down your dress here's a kick in the ass Let's beat you blue 'til you shit in your pants Don't move, child got a big black stick There's six of

Where Do Ya Draw the Line Dead Kennedys

"Would the rednecks just play king Of the neighborhood?"

TRUST YOUR MECHANIC Dead Kennedys

quite right Unless you wear our brand new wonder cream tonight Never look right again Unless you grease your skin Again and again and again and again Gonna rip you off Told you're depressed So of

DEAD END Dead Kennedys

worry About who was in control Could look into the future But now it don't seem right Passion is filling the air Profits and better than life And things are harder to beat (chorus) It's a dead

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

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.

FOREST FIRE Dead Kennedys

seeing colors, I'm getting higher I think I'll start a forest fire There's a forest fire climbin' the hill Burnin' wealthy California homes Better run run run run run From the fire But some of

Your Emotions Dead Kennedys

Or are you just a copycat You're so boring boring boring Always tape machine recording You're so boring boring boring I've heard all this before Planless and mindless Scraps from anywhere Bunch of

WINNEBAGO WARRIOR Dead Kennedys

Honey, quick, the Polaroid (chorus) Kill some fish down by the creek Hang their picture by the sink Show your grandson who's the boss Tie your two tote-goats to the fronts U-haul trailer full of

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