SOUP IS GOOD FOOD
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 questions / The unions agree / “Sacrifices must be made” / Computers never go on strike / To save the working man you’ve got to put him out to pasture / Looks like we’ll have to let you go / Doesn’t if 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 is good food - (We don’t need you anymore) / You make a good meal - (We don’t need you anymore) / Now how do you feel - (We don’t need you anymore) / To be shit out our ass / And thrown in the cold like a piece of trash / We’re sorry / You’ll just have to leave / Unemployment runs out after just six weeks / How does it feel to be a budget cut? / You’re snipped / You no longer exist / Your number’s been purged from our central computer / So we can rig the facts / And sweep you under the rug / See our chart? Unemployment’s going down / If that ruins your life, that’s your problem / (Chorus) / We’re sorry / We hate to interrupt / But it’s against the law to jump off this bridge / You’ll just have to kill yourself somewhere else / A tourist might see you / And we wouldn’t want that / I’m just doing my job, you know / So say uncle / And we’ll take you to the mental health zoo / Force feed you mind melting chemicals / ‘Til even the outside world looks great / In hi-tech science research labs / It costs too much to bury all the dead / the mutilated, disease-injected / Surplus rats who can’t be used anymore / So they’re dumped (with no minister present) / In a spiraling corkscrew disposal unit / Ground into stew and flushed away / Aw geez… / (Chorus) / We know how much you’d like to die / We joke about it on our coffee breaks / But we’re paid to force you to have a nice day / In the wonderful world we made just for you / “Poor Rats”, we human rodents chuckle / At least we get a dignified creation / And yet / At 6:00 tomorrow morning / It’s time to get up and go to work

HELLNATION
Hellnation’s when they teach us / Profiting from greed / Hellnation’s what they give us / Coke, heroin and 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 / Chorus: To this Hellnation, Hellnation… / Problem is, few care / About the people in despair / If you help no one / You’re guilty in this Hellnation / Hellnation’s when the president / Ask’s 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 trying to vote? / When this country makes war / We all die in the same boat / (Chorus) / It’s the only world we’ve got / Let’s protect it while we can / It’s all there is and there ain’t no more / Hellnation - asking please / For a nuclear freeze / So the unborn kids / Get their chance to live and breathe / Hellnation asking aid / For the minimum wage / So the kids of tomorrow / Don’t wind up slaves to their trade / In this Hellnation / (Chorus)

THIS COULD BE ANYWHERE / (THIS COULD BE EVERYWHERE)
Cold concrete apartments / Rise up from wet black asphalt / Below them like a few carcasses / Of the long ago 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 chains / One by one / The little houses are bricked up and condemned / A subtle hint to move / Before the rats move in / Chorus: This could be anywhere / This could be everywhere / Those new kids at school seem cool / But dad says not to talk to them / Stick to your old friends / They’re not our kind / So now there’s lots of fights / So many people I know / Come of age tense and bitter-eyed / Can’t create so they just destroy / C’mon / Let’s see someone’s dog on fire / Empty plastic / Culture slum suburbia / Is a war zone now / Sprouting the kinds of gangs / We thought we left behind / (Chorus) / Kids at school are taking sides / Along color and uniform lines / My dad’s gone and bought a gun / He says he’s fed up / With crime in this town / (Chorus) / Anywhere / Everywhere / I hope I’m gone before it explodes / I linger late at night / Waiting for the bus / No amount of neon jazz / Could hide the coming vibes of death / My dad’s a vigilante now / He’s bringing home these weird-ass friends / Like the guy who fires blanks at his TV / When Kojack’s on / Or the guy who shows off his submachine gun / To his sixteen year old daughter’s friends / Whose sense of pride and hope / Is being in the police reserve / (Chorus)

A GROWING BOY NEEDS HIS LUNCH
In lonely gas stations with mini-marts / You’ll find rows of them for sale / Liquor-filled statues of Elvis Presley / Screw his head off / Drink like a 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 place of Jesus in a thousand years / Religious wars / Barbaric laws / Bloodshed worldwide / Over what’s left of his myth / A growing boy needs his lunch / When pesticides get banned we’re safe up north / We just sell them to those other countries / Soon there’s lots of exotic deformed babies / Somehow that’s not our fault / Just dip ‘em in glaze, paint ‘em orange and green / For the Arizona roadside stands / To sell alongside plaster burros and birdbaths / And I wonder / Yeah I wonder / Why so many insects around us feed off the dead / Death squads / Starvation / Foreign aid? / Just leave it to the magic of the marketplace / A growing boy needs his lunch / Everyone should just love each other / Dip your toe into the fire / Drop your guns and lawsuits and love each other / Life begins beyond the bunker / And while you’re busy hugging in the streets / Outgrowing your hatred for all to feel / Jiminy Cricket’s found a game to play / Stick your neck out and trust - It’ll be chopped away / Jimmy through your locked front doors / Rifle through your sacred drawers / Line my pockets / Deface your dreams / ‘Til the cows come home to me / Nibbling like an earwig winding through your brain / Bound the Lawrence Harvey spread-eagled to a bed / The migraine gets worse when you find out we lay eggs / And no one in all of Borneo can hear your scream / Turn on / Tune in / Cop out / Drop kick Turn in Tune out

CHICKEN FARM
Another rainy morning mingling at the market / Bartering for food for another day / Rifle shots ring out behind the crumbling buildings / Executions have begun / 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 little brother / Run to the chicken farm / Opportunity is calling / You might even find a watch / Chorus: We’re going down / To the chicken farm / Napalm rains no more / But the war goes on / Little brother died playing at the dump today / He found a new toy and held it up proud / Then it blew him to bits / How many children / Will be killed or die at birth / Deformed by Agent Orange / In our food chain forever more / (Chorus) / This time we’ll buy our way out / I’ve got a plan; you wait and see / I smuggled you this map / In the gash I sliced in my thigh / I hope I’m there to join you, love / We’re blown to pieces one by one in this camp / We crawl shaking through the fields at gun point all day / To defuse leftover land mines - by hand / We shiver on the deck and stiffen for the worst / If the pirates come around we might as well be dead / We’ll be thrown in the sea / Or butchered if we’re women / All in the name of gold / One foot in a land we barely understand / Can’t speak the tongue of Yankee hospitality / Our kids at school get beat up / To the tune of “Boat people go home” / Sliced with a machete / From the breast of our homeland / Our new world tries to spit us out / But it sure beats the chicken farm

All songs written by Jello Biafra, East Bay Ray, Klaus Flouride and D.H. Peligro
Lyrics by Jello Biafra except “Hellnation” by D.H. Peligro and “At My Job” by East Bay Ray
(C) 1985 Decay Music