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September 1980
Produced by Norm and East Bay Ray
Engineered by Oliver Dicicco
Recorded at Möbius Music, San Francisco
Additional Musicians:
Paul Roessler - Keyboards on "Drug Me"
and "Stealing People's Mail"
6025 - Other guitar on "Ill In The Head"
Ninotchka - Keyboard on "Drug Me"
Special Thanx to the ROCKY MOUNTAIN ARSENAL
CHOIR (Dirk Dirkson, Bobby Unrest, Michael Snyder,
Bruce
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Claderwood, Geoffrey Lyall, Eric Boucher, Ninotchka,
Barbara Hellbent, HyJean, Curt and Chi Chi)
for the clubhouse scene in "Chemical Warfare."
Original layout & rope lettering by Annie
Horwood
Front cover photograph by Judith Calson, reproduced
courtesy of San Francisco Examiner
"Spoon-fed" Drawing by Mark Sorensen
Sleeve concept & original poster collage
art by Biafra
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Song
Title |
Lyrics |
Mp3 |
| 1. |
Kill the Poor |
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| 2. |
Forward
to Death |
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| 3. |
When Ya Get Drafted |
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| 4. |
Let's Lynch the Landlord |
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| 5. |
Drug Me |
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| 6. |
Your Emotions |
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| 7. |
Chemical Warfare |
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| 8. |
California Uber Alles |
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| 9. |
I Kill Children |
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| 10. |
Stealing People's Mail |
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| 11. |
Funland at the Beach |
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| 12. |
I'll in the Head |
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| 13. |
Holiday in Cambodia |
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| 14. |
Viva Las Vegas |
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KILL THE POOR
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 / With no less value
to property / No sense in war but perfect sense
at home… / The sun beams down on a brand
new day / No more welfare tax to pay / Unsightly
slums gone up in flashing light / Jobless millions
whisked away / At last we have more room to
play / All systems go to kill the poor tonight
/ Gonna Kill Kill Kill Kill / Kill the poor…Tonight
/ Behold the sparkle of champagne / The crime
rate’s gone, feel free again / Oh life’s
a dream with you, Miss Lily White / Jane Fonda
on the screen today / Convinced the liberals
it’s okay / So let’s get dressed
and dance away the night / While they…Kill
Kill Kill Kill / Kill the poor…Tonight
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FORWARD TO DEATH
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 me down / Gag with every breath
/ This world brings me down / I’m looking
forward to death / It seems so unreal to me
/ So much hate and so much pity / I can’t
take another day / It’s such a bore /
It gets me really sore / I don’t need
this fucking world / I don’t need this
fucking world / This world brings me down /
Gag with every breath / This world brings me
down / I’m looking forward to death /
I’m looking forward to death
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WHEN YA GET DRAFTED
Are you believing the morning papers? / War
is coming back in style / There’s generals
here, advisers there / And Russians nibbling
everywhere / The chessboard’s filling
up with red / We make more profits when we blow
off their heads / Economy is looking bad / Let’s
start another war, when ya get drafted / Fan
the fires of racist hatred / We want a total
war, when ya get drafted / Drooling fingers,
panic buttons / Playing with missiles like they’re
toys / There’s easy money, easy jobs /
Especially when you build the bombs / That blow
big cities off the map / Just guess who profits
when we build ‘em back up / Yeah, what
big Business wants Big Business gets / It wants
a war, when ya get drafted / Trilateral Commission
goonies laugh / and scheme for more, when ya
get drafted / Call the Army! Call the Navy!
/ Stocked with kids from slums, when ya get
drafted / If you can’t afford a slick
attorney / We might make you a spy / Forget
your demonstrations / Kids today sit on their
ass, when ya get drafted / Just a six-pack and
you’re happy / We’re prepared for,
when ya get drafted
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LET’S LYNCH
THE LANDLORD
The landlord’s here to visit / They’re
blasting disco down below / Sez, “I’m
doubling the rent / Cos the building’s
condemned / You’re gonna help me buy City
Hall” / But we can, you know we can /
We can, you know we can / Let’s lynch
the landlord man / I tell them “turn on
the water” / I tell ‘em “turn
on the heat” / Tells me “All you
ever do is complain” / Then they search
the place when I’m not here / But we can,
you know we can / Let’s lynch the landlord
/ Let’s lynch the landlord / Let’s
lynch the landlord man / There’s rats
chewin’ up the kitchen / Roaches up to
my knees / Turn the over on, it smells like
Dachau, yeah / ‘Til the rain pours through
the ceiling / But we can, you know we can /
Let’s lynch the landlord, man
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DRUG ME
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 I want to do / I need a project
I can finish / My brain needs some stimulation
/ Drug Me Drug Me Drug Me Drug Me / I’m
so fucking tired / I gotta stay awake and get
to work / I’m runnin’ late / I gotta
make it through the day / And make my time go
by / TV and the stereo and girls are lots of
fun / I want the max / I relate better loaded
/ “Got to see the movie stoned”
/ Drug Me Drug Me Drug Me / Drug me - with natural
vitamin C / Drug me - with pharmaceutical speed
/ Drug me - with your sleeping pills / Drug
me - with your crossword puzzles / Drug me -
with your magazines / Drug me - with your fuck
machines / With a fountain of fads / More rock
and roll ads… / Drug Me Drug Me Drug Me
Me Me / Finally off of work / Unwind, and watch
the ball game at the bar / Another potato chip
weekend / Is here at last / Go away Go away
Go away Go away / Go away leave me alone / So
I can’t see myself / Drug Me Drug Me Drug
Me Drug Me
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YOUR EMOTIONS
Your mommy told you this / And your daddy told
you that / Always think like this / And never
do that / You learned so many feelings / But what
is there to that / Which are really yours / 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 used parts /
From garbage pails everywhere / Frankenstein became
a monster / Just like you / Your scars only show
/ When someone talks to you / You’re so
boring boring boring / Always tape machine recording
/ I’ve heard all this before / I’ve
heard all this before / Your emotions make you
a monster |
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CHEMICAL WARFARE
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, run right
in and grab it / Go crazy crazy crazy crazy…
/ Now I got my mustard gas in my pocket / Climb
on a tree on a branch and drop it / On a country
club full of Saturday golfers / So I can watch
them die / Chokin’ shakin’ in convulsions
/ Go crazy crazy crazy crazy… / Chemical
Warfare Chemical Warfare / Chemical Warfare Warfare
Warfare / Panic in the air / See the headless
chickens runnin’ / Golf carts head on crashin’
/ Crackin’ heads wide open / Scratch the
grass, mister, you can’t breathe / And roll
and writhe in a sand trap / Starting to heave
/ Claw those clubs, lemme see you seethe / Crazy
crazy crazy crazy crazy crazy / Chemical Warfare
Chemical Warfare / Chemical Warfare Warfare Warfare
/ Yellow air, yellow clouds / Blowin’ down
down down the fairway / Sensitive to the touch
/ Movin’ down the putting green / Heading
straight for the big club house / Where the stuffed
country club effervescent ladies / So carefree,
relax, pose by the pool / Limber limp with a dry
martini / Until… |
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CALIFORNIA ÜBER
ALLES
I am Governor Jerry Brown / My aura smiles and
never frowns / Soon I will be president…
/ Carter power will soon go away / I will be Führer
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 / 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 near / The hippies won’t
come back you say / Mellow out or you will pay
/ California Uber Alles / Uber Alles California
/ Now it is 1984 / Knock knock at your front door
/ It’s the suede denim secret police / They
have come for your uncool niece / Come quietly
to the camp / You’d look nice as a drawstring
lamp / Don’t you worry, it’s only
a shower / For your clothes here’s a pretty
flower / DIE on organic poison gas / Serpent’s
egg’s already hatched / You will croak,
you little clown / When you mess with President
Brown / California Uber Alles / Uber Alles California |
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I KILL CHILDREN
I kill children / I love to see them die / I kill
children / And make their mammas cry / Crush ‘em
under my car / I wanna hear them scream / Feed
‘em poison candy / To spoil their Halloween
/ So you’re in the kids’ ward / You’re
in there ‘cos you’re ill / Now about
some Pavulon / So I can see you chill / Time to
hit the school bus / I think I’ll shoot
the tires / Offer them a helping hand / Of open
telephone wires / Ever wanted to die? / Of course
you have / But I won’t until I get my revenge
/ I don’t wanna see people any more / Things
I never saw before / Make me see them for the
shit they are / Take as many as I can away with
me / Anyone can be king for a day… / So
I kill children, I love to see them die / I kill
children, to make their mammas cry / I kill children,
I bang their heads in doors / I kill children,
can hardly wait for yours… |
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STEALING PEOPLE’S
MAIL
We ain’t goin’ to the party / We ain’t
goin’ to the game / We ain’t goin’
to the disco / Ain’t gonna cruise down Main
/ We’re stealing people’s mail / Stealing
people’s mail / Stealing people’s
mail / On a Friday night / Drivin’ in the
mountains / Winding ‘round and ‘round
/ Rummage through your mailboxes / Take your mail
back to town / We got license plates, wedding
gifts, tax return / Checks to politicians from
real estate firms / Money, bills and canceled
checks / Pretty funny pictures of your kids /
We’re stealing people’s mail / On
a Friday night / We’re stealing people’s
mail / By the pale moonlight / We got grocery
sackful after grocery sackful / After grocery
sackful after grocery sackful / After grocery
sackful after grocery sackful / Of the private
lives of you / Ha Ha / People say that we’re
crazy / Sick and all alone / But when we read
your letters / We’re rolling on the floor
/ We got more license plates, wedding gifts, tax
returns / Checks to politicians from real estate
firms / Money, bills and canceled checks / We
cut relationships with your friends / We’re
gonna steal your mail / On a Friday night / We’re
gonna steal your mail / By the pale moonlight
/ We better not get caught / We’ll be dumped
in institutions / Where we’ll be drugged
and shocked / ‘Til we come out born-again
Christians… |
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FUNLAND AT THE BEACH
Sunny Sunday at the amusement park / See the fat
kids spill their pop / Oh babe - lots of flags
and balloons / But someone sabotaged the roller
coaster last night / Ran a turn and then it smashed
right down / Through the crowded haunted house
below / Oh No / Human hamburger No / And it’s
Crushed little kids / Crushed little kids / Crushed
little kids / Adorn the boardwalk / See the tourists
drop their jaws and cones / See the owners smell
a big lawsuit / Oh Police! (call your lawyer first)
/ Make the witnesses go home / And they’ll
turn on the TV / And see those crushed little
kids / Adorn the boardwalk |
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ILL IN THE HEAD
In a desperate mind / Little gardens grow / They
grow very wide / They grow very tall / Why am
I alive / Urban wonderland / By the fence I stand
/ In and out of hand / There are many paths /
Dripping dark so dense / Do not enter here / Enter
over there / People closing in / Barking at my
mind / Shoving me to whine / I want all alone
/ I want my own home / I want my own girl / Help
me hate the world / Own and love my life |
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HOLIDAY IN CAMBODIA
So you been to school 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 crawl / Play ethnincky
jazz to parade you snazz / On your five grand
stereo / Braggin’ that you know how the
niggers feel the cold / And the slum’s got
so much soul / It’s time to taste what you
most fear / Right Guard will not help you here
/ Brace yourself, my dear… / It’s
a holiday in Cambodia / It’s tough, kid,
but it’s life / It’s a holiday in
Cambodia / Don’t forget to pack a wife /
You’re a star-belly sneech, you suck like
a leech / You want everyone to act like you /
Kiss ass while you bitch so you can get rich /
While 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 ‘til
you starve / Then your head is skewered on a stake
/ Now you can go where people are one / Now you
go where they get things done / What you need,
my son… / Is a holiday in Cambodia / Where
people dress in black / A holiday in Cambodia
/ Where you’ll kiss ass or crack / Pol Pot,
Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, etc…. / And it’s
a holiday in Cambodia / Where you’ll do
what you’re told / A holiday in Cambodia
/ Where the slums got so much soul |
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VIVA LAS VEGAS
Twilight City gonna set my soul / It's gonna set
my soul on fire / Got a whole lot of money that's
ready to burn / So get those stakes up high /
There's a thousand pretty women waiting out there
/ They're all waiting, they'll never make air
/ And I'm just the devil with a lung to spare,
so / Chorus: Viva Las Vegas / Viva Las Vegas /
Viva Las Vegas / How I wish that there were more
/ Than the 24 hours in the day / Even if I ran
out of speed, boy / I wouldn't sleep a minute
of the way / Oh that blackjack and poker and the
roulette wheel / I'll poach your money lost on
every deal / All you need is sonar and nerves
of steel, so / (Chorus) / Viva Las Vegas / Where
the neon signs flash your name / The one-arm bandits
cash in / All soap's down the drain / Viva Las
Vegas / Turning day into nighttime / Turning night
into daytime / If you see it once / You'll never
be the same again / Gotta keep on running / Gonna
have me some money / If it costs me my very last
dime / If I wind up broke / Then I'll always remember
that / I had a swingin' time / Oh, I'm gonna give
it everything I've got / Lady Luck's with me,
the dice stay hot / Got coke up my nose to dry
away the snot, so / (Chorus) / Viva, viva Las
Vegas |
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All songs written by Dead Kennedys except “California
Über Alles” by Dead Kennedys and
John Greenway and “Viva Las Vegas”
by Pomus/Schuman, Carlin Music Corp. Lyrics
by Jello Biafra except “Your Emotions”
by East Bay Ray, “Forward To Death”
and “Ill In The Head” by 6025.
© 1979, 1980 Decay Music
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