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December 1981
Produced by Norm and East Bay Ray
Engineered by Oliver DiCicco
Recorded at Möbius Music and live at Target
Mastered by John Cuniberti with East Bay Ray
Choir on "Moral Majority": East Bay
Ray, Geoffrey Lyall, Ninotchka, Annette, HyJean,
Darvon and Siobhan.
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IN GOD WE
TRUST, INC.
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Song
Title |
Lyrics |
Mp3 |
| 15. |
Religious Vomit |
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| 16. |
Moral Majority |
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| 17. |
Hyperactive Child |
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| 18. |
Kepone Factory |
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| 19. |
Dog Bite |
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| 20. |
Nazi Punks Fuck Off |
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| 21. |
We've Got a Bigger Problem Now |
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| 22. |
Rawhide |
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RELIGIOUS VOMIT
Chorus: All 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 / They’ll
set you free / Just give ‘em money and they’ll
set you free / Free for a fee / They claim that
they have “the Answer” / When they
don’t even know the Question / They’re
just a bunch of liars / They just want your money
/ They just want your consciousness / (Chorus)
/ All religions suck / All religions make me wanna
throw up / All religions suck / All religions
make me wanna BLEAH / They really make me sick
/ They really make me sick / They really make
me sick / They really make me sick / They really
make me sick / They really make me ILL |
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MORAL
MAJORITY
You call yourselves the Moral Majority / We call
ourselves 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. 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
bunnies / Milk your emotions then they steal your
money / It’s the new dark ages with the
fascists toting bibles / Cheap nostalgia for the
Salem Witch Trials / Stodgy ayatollahs in their
double-knit ties / Burn lots of books so they
can feed you their lies / Masturbating with a
flag and bible / God must be dead if you’re
alive / Blow it out your ass, Jerry Falwell /
blow it out your ass, Jesse Helms / Blow it out
your ass, Ronald Reagan / What’s wrong with
a mind of my own? / You don’t want abortions,
you want battered children / You want to ban the
pill as if that solves the problem / Now you wanna
force us to pray in school / God must be dead
if you’re such a fool / We’re planning
for a war with or without Iran / Building a police
state with the Ku Klux Klan / Pissed at your neighbor?
Don’t bother to nag / Pick up the phone
and turn in a fag / Blow it out your ass, Terry
Dolan / Blow it out your ass, Phyllis Schalfly
/ Ram it up our cunt, Anita / ‘Cause God
must be dead / If you’re alive / God must
be dead / If you’re alive |
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HYPERACTIVE
CHILD
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 hyperactive child / You’re
destructive, you’re too wild / We’re
going to calm you down / Now this won’t
hurt a bit” / Drag me to the floor / Pullin’
down my pants / Ram a needle up my butt / Put
my brain into a trance / “No more hyperactive
child / Got too much of a mind / Wouldn’t
you rather be happy? / Now this won’t hurt
a bit” / Cameras in the halls / No windows,
just brick walls / Pledge allegiance to a flag
/ Now you will obey… |
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KEPONE
FACTORY
I finally found a job in the paper / Movin’
barrels at a chemical plant / There’s a
shiny-looking dust on my fingers / Goin’
up my nose and into my lungs / It’s the
Kepone poisoning - Minamata / Kepone poisoning
- Minamata / At the grimy Kepone Factory / Turning
people into bonsai trees / Now I’ve got
these splitting 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 bonsai trees / Gonna go down
to your big metal building / Gonna slam right
through your bright metal door / Gonna grab 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 your life / If you don’t sue, we’ll
give you a Trans-Am…” / That I’ll
never drive ‘cause I shake all the time
/ ‘Cause of the Kepone poisoning - Minamata
/ At the grimy Kepone factory |
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DOG
BITE
Dog bite / On my leg / Not right / Supposed to
beg / Daily to the filling station / Underwater
navigation / Oh / Oh / Oh… |
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NAZI
PUNKS FUCK OFF
Punk ain’t no religious cult / Punk means
thinking for yourself / You ain’t hardcores
‘cause you spike your hair / When a jock
still lives inside your head / Chorus: Nazi Punks
/ Nazi Punks / Nazi Punks - Fuck Off! / (repeat
(Chorus)) / If you’ve come to fight, get
outta here / You ain’t no better than the
bouncers / We ain’t trying to be police
/ When you ape the cops it ain’t anarchy
/ (Chorus) / Ten guys jump one, what a man / You
fight each other, the police state wins / Stab
your backs when you trash our halls / Trash a
bank if you’ve got real balls / You still
think swastikas look cool / The real Nazis run
your schools / They’re coaches, businessmen
and cops / If a real fourth reich you’ll
be the first to go / (Chorus) / You’ll be
the first to go / You’ll be the first to
go / You’ll be the first to go / Unless
you think… |
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WE’VE
GOT A BIGGER PROBLEM NOW
Last call for alcohol. Last call for your freedom
of speech. Drink up. Happy hour is now enforced
by law. Don't forget our house special, it's called
a Trickie Dickie Screwdriver. It's got one part
Jack Daniels, two parts purple Kool-Aid, and a
jigger of formaldehyde from the jar with Hitler's
brain in it we got in the back storeroom. Happy
trails to you. Happy trails to you.
I am Emperor Ronald Reagan / Born again with fascist
cravings / Still, you made me president / Human
rights will soon go ‘way / I am now you
Shah today / Now I command all of you / Now you’re
gonna pray in school / I’ll make sure they’re
Christian too / Chorus: California Uber alles
/ Uber alles California / Ku Klux Klan will control
you / Still you think it’s natural / Nigger
knockin’ for the master race / Still you
wear the happy face / You closed your eyes, can’t
happen here / Alexander Haig is near / Vietnam
won’t come back you say / Join the army
or you will pay / (Chorus)
Yeah, that's it. Just relax. Have another drink,
few more pretzels, little more MSG. Turn on those
Dallas Cowboys on your TV. Lock your doors. Close
your mind. It's time for the two-minute warning.
Welcome to 1984 / Are you ready for the Third
World War?!? / You too will meet the secret police
/ They’ll draft you and they’ll jail
your niece / You’ll go quietly to boot camp
/ They’ll shoot you dead, make you a man
/ Don’t you worry, it’s for a cause
/ Feeding global corporations’ claws / Die
on our brand new poison gas / El Salvador or Afghanistan
/ Making money for President Reagan / And all
the friends of President Reagan / (Chorus) |
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*All songs written by Jello Biafra, East Bay
Ray, Klaus Flouride and D.H. Peligro
Lyrics by Jello Biafra except “Dead End”
by East Bay Ray
(C) 1982 Decay Music
**All songs written by Dead Kennedys except
“Rawhide” by Washington/Tiomkin,
Volta Music Corp.
Lyrics by Jello Biafra except “Dog Bite”
by Klaus Flouride and “Religious Vomit”
by 6025
(C) 1981 Decay Music
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