TRUST YOUR MECHANIC Dead Kennedys

you off Doctor says you need surgery now Feelin' good 'til the side effects Fuck up something else You're ensnared by the medicine man Paying up the ass Again and again Gonna rip you off Trust

Lie Detector Dead Kennedys

We have reviewed your yellow form Congratulations!

A Growing Boy Needs His Lunch Dead Kennedys

dip 'em in glaze paint 'em orange and green For the Arizona roadside stands To sell alongside plaster burros and birthbaths And I wonder Yeah I wonder Why so many insects around us feed off the dead

Bio-Mechanic Front Line Assembly

going with microshocks " Melted faces Fractured cells Implanted memories Syringe of hell Crippled mutants Strapped with chains Tortured users Laughing in pain Chorus: The track marks on your

The Mechanic Rascal Flatts

When I'm broke down, you're the mechanic And when I'm mean, you're romantic And when I cry, you're the sexiest clown ever seen You fix me When I'm a sinner, you're a King James And when I'm lost, you're

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

HALLOWEEN Dead Kennedys

time all year You'll ever admit that I can see your eyes I can see your brain Baby nothing's changed (repeat) You're still hiding in a mask You take your fun seriously No, don't blow this

MORAL MAJORITY Dead Kennedys

Come and buy the Good News' Then you buy the president and swimming pools If Jesus don't save 'til we're lining your pockets God must be dead if you're alive Circus-tent con-men and Southern belle

WELL PAID SCIENTIST Dead Kennedys

gotta go Say the right thing Don't fidget, jockey for position Be polite In the pyramid you hate Sip that scotch Get that raise This ain't no party at all (chorus) Cringe and tense up Grind 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

Saturday Night Holocaust Dead Kennedys

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 my escape Now I want your

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...

The Great Wall Dead Kennedys

s streetcar line So people pay more to drive Plant strategic freeways To divide neighborhoods by color lines We'd rather pay for riot squds Than pump your ghetto back to life We let your schools

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

FOREST FIRE Dead Kennedys

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 us stay and watch And we think of your

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

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

KEPONE FACTORY Dead Kennedys

headaches I can't quite get it up no more I can't sleep and it's driving me crazy I shake all day and I'm seeing double Kepone poisoning - Minamata Turning people into bonzai trees Gonna go down your

Saturday Night Holocaust Dead Kennedys

Now I want your perfect Barbie-doll lips And I want your perfect Barbie-doll eyes Slip my fingers down your Barbie-doll dress Up and down your spandex ass If I lit a match for you You'd melt before

California Uber Alles Dead Kennedys

Carter power will soon go away I will be Fuhrer one day I will command all of you Your kids will meditate in school California Uber Alles Uber Alles California Zen fascists will control you

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

Holiday in Cambodia Dead Kennedys

Words: Jello Biafra * Music: Biafra/Ray/Flouride/Slesinger So you been to schools For a year or two And you know you've seen it all In daddy's car Thinkin' you'll go far Back east your type don't

Holiday in Cambodia Dead Kennedys

So you been to schools For a year or two And 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

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

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

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

NAZI PUNKS FUCK OFF Dead Kennedys

Punk ain't no religious cult Punk means thinking for yourself You ain't hardcore cos you spike your hair When a jock still lives inside your head Nazi punks Nazi punks Nazi punks - Fuck Off!

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

Goons of Hazzard Dead Kennedys

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 of Hazzard Glorified on your

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

RELIGIOUS VOMIT Dead Kennedys

religions make me wanna throw up All religions make me sick All religions make me wanna throw up All religions suck They all claim that they have the truth That'll set you free Just give 'em all your

I AM THE OWL Dead Kennedys

I am your plumber No I never went away I still 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

Too Drunk to Fuck Dead Kennedys

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 to fuck Too drunk To fuck I'm too drunk, too drunk, too drunk To fuck I like your

Drug me Dead Kennedys

girls are lots of fun I want the max I relate better loaded 'Gotta see that movie stoned' Drug me Drug me Drug me Drug me with natural vitamin C Drug me with pharmaceutical speed Drug me with your

Macho Insecurity Dead Kennedys

It's so easy to mouth of to others But where's your proof?

Gone with My Wind Dead Kennedys

President, just sit down We should talk a little while, I'll pour another round What about your memoirs' TV rights? Sit tight--and watch the fire... Let go of me. Do you think I'm mad?

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

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

WINNEBAGO WARRIOR Dead Kennedys

Winnebago Warrior Littered campgrounds, folding chairs Feed Doritos to the bears Honey, quick, the Polaroid (chorus) Kill some fish down by the creek Hang their picture by the sink Show your

A Commercial Dead Kennedys

A rockin' bankroll extravaganza featuring all your vigilante rock stars! Sammy Hagar...Sylvester Stallone...Clint Eastwood. It's so important we've even exhumed the bodies of Lynyrd Skynyrd!

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

Anarchy for Sale Dead Kennedys

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 fad to throw away CHORUS Get your

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

One-Way Ticket to Pluto Dead Kennedys

lab All brought to us play-by-play by Howard Cosell You're going where no man has gone before Because we owe you some favors And besides you're bright A little too bright Step one: nator, your

Shrink Dead Kennedys

Drink your vaccine and let's shrink And bring your poodle so it doesn't eat us The roads will be so wide No traffic jams when we're half a foot tall Bring what you need down here We'll shrink it

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

Short Songs Dead Kennedys

\"Rick Wakeman, eat your heart out. Here we go!

GOVERNMENT FLU Dead Kennedys

three days old (Goin' on forever) Make you hazy Make you lazy Drive you crazy For days and days and days and days And years Barely got the time now To stay on the job Double up the dosage in your

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