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October 1982
Produced by Thom Wilson, Dead Kennedys and East Bay Ray
Additional Production by Geza X
Executive Producer: Norm
Recorded at Hyde Street Studios and Mobius Music
Engineered by Oliver DiCicco, John Cuniberti and Mark Wallner
Mastered by John Cuniberti with East Bay Ray

Also appearing:
The Mega-Zesty Designer Horns: Dave Barrett, Geoffrey Lyall and Bruce Ackley (Saxophones and Clarinet on "Terminal Preppie")

Ninotchka: Backing Vocals on "Winnebago Warrior" and "Forest Fire"
Melisa Webber as "The Voice of Christmas Past."

Front Cover Photo: ©Mike Wells.
Back Cover Photo: Charles Gatewood.


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.


Track # Song Title
1. Advice From Christmas Past
2. Government Flu
3. Terminal Preppie
4. Trust Your Mechanic
5. Well Paid Scientist
6. Buzzbomb
7. Forest Fire
8. Halloween
9. Winnebago Warrior
10. Riot
11. Bleed For Me
12. I Am the Owl
13. Dead End
14. Moon Over Marin

Track # Song Title
15. Religious Vomit
16. Moral Majority
17. Hyperactive Child
18. Kepone Factory
19. Dog Bite
20. Nazi Punks Fuck Off
21. We've Got a Bigger Problem Now
22. Rawhide


Why are such a stupid asshole? Would you really like to know? Well, pay your fee, remove your clothes, and Yvette will show you how. You went to school where you were taught to fear and to obey, be cheerful, fit in, or someone might think you're weird. Life can be perfect. People can be trusted. Someday, I wll fall in love; a nice quiet home of my very own. Free from all the pain. Happy and having fun all the time. It never happened, did it?


We got a drug / We’re gonna try it out on you / Won’t make you die / It’ll getcha just a little bit sick / Chorus: Got a head cold / Got a chest cold / And it’s three days old / (Goin’ on forever) / Make you hazy / Make you lazy / Drive you crazy / For days and 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 water supply / Make you even sicker ‘til you’re slippin’ away / Getting all depressed / It’s getting all your friends / You can’t get it up / For nothing that’ll rock the boat / The government flu / (repeat) / Slip it abroad / Keep a-slowin’ down the USSR / But meanwhile we’ll keep an eye / On what it’s doin’ to you / (Chorus) / The government flu / (repeat) / Flew… Through… You


I go to college / That makes me so cool / I live in a dorm / And show off by the pool / I join the right clubs / Just to build an impression / I block out thinking / It won’t get me ahead / My ambition is 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 I ape him / My news of the world / Comes from Sports Illustrated / I’m proud of my trophies / Like my empty beer cans / Stacked in rows up the wall / To impress all my friends / No, I’m not here to learn / I just want to get drunk / And major in business / And be taught how to fuck / Win! Win! / I always play to win / Wanna fit in like a cog / In the faceless machine / Chorus: I’m a terminal terminal terminal preppie / terminal terminal terminal preppie / terminal terminal terminal terminal / terminal terminal terminal terminal / I want a wife with tits / Who just smiles all the time / In my centerfold world / Filled with Springsteen and wine / Some day I’ll have power / Some day I’ll have boats / A tract in some suburb / With Thanksgivings to host / (Chorus)

TV invents a disease / You think you have / So you buy our drugs / And soon you depend on them / Pain is in your mind / Gotcha comin’ back for more / Again and again and again and again / Gonna rip you off / Rip 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 your mechanic to mend your car / Bring it in to his garage / He tightens and loosens a few spare parts / One thing’s fixed, another falls apart / And the rich eat you / A magazine says your face don’t look quite right / Unless you wear our brand new wonder creme 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 course you see the psychiatrist / Right when you hit your neuroses’ roots / He confuses you / He fucks your head up worse / Gotcha feeling helpless / You’re comin’ back for more / Again and again / Gonna rip you off / Rip you off / Trust your mechanic / To make you well / You’re seeing an awful lot of him now / The quicker he makes your life fall apart / The more money you put in his pockets / Trust your mechanic / To plug your holes / Trust him to make more / Somewhere else / Trust your mechanic / He’ll always come through / And rip you off

You’re a well paid scientist / You only talk in facts / You know you’re always right / ‘Cause you know how to prove it / Step by step / A PhD to show you’re smart / With textbook formulas / But you’re used up / Just like a factory hand / Chorus: Something is wrong here / You won’t find it on a shelf / You’re well paid / You’re well trained / You’re tied to a rack / Company cocktails - 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 teeth / and wipe your sweaty palms / Close your windows driving past / The low life company bar / They’re making fun of you / AHHH / Even you / You’ve gotta punch the clock / Too scared to punch your boss / When will you crack / When will you crack / When will you crack / When will you open your eyes / Pull up to your sterile home / You’re drained / Bite the heads off of your kids / Chew them well, they taste like you / Just slam the door / Assigned here ‘cause your company owns the land / All your colleagues live there too / Private guards in golf carts / Keep you safe at home / (Chorus) / When will you crack / (repeat) / The dark shattered underbelly / Of the American dream / Avoid it like the plague / It stares you from your bathroom mirror / Drown


Buzzbomb Buzzbomb, macho-mobile / The road’s my slave, that’s how I feel / I cruise alone, I cruise real far / I don’t love you, I love my car / ‘Cross Nevada at 110 / Highway 50 and there’s nobody there / Sign says, “Next sign 30 miles” / I work all week, each penny saved / Buys more escape from home / I’d rather cruise around all day / Than save up for a move / Plow through rest area San-O-Lets / Splat! Goes the lonely salesman / Waiting in the men’s room / Buzzbomb Buzzbomb, tape up loud / Blue piss clinging to my windshield / Faster faster in my car / Buzzbomb is my pride and joy / King of the trailer court / Waiting for the perfect chick / Who’ll love me for my car / I tell her why I’m cool / She coos back just what I like / When I pretend she’s near / Zip through Ely where Pat Nixon was born / The cops ‘round here sure looking bored / Flashing sirens - state patrol / They’re scratching up my gorgeous paint job / Shooting out my tires / Ain’t no way to go to heaven / Buzzbomb cornered at the 7-11

No junk food, just earthly goods / I ate weird berries in the woods / Now I’m seeing colors, I’m getting higher / I think I’ll start a forest fire / There’s a forest fire climbing the hill / Burning wealthy California homes / Better run run run run run run / From the fire / But some of us stay and watch / And we think of your insurance costs / And we laugh laugh laugh laugh laugh laugh / At your lives / Windows covered with bars / Security guards / Is that a house or a fortress / Against the rest of the world / Windows covered with bars / Security Guards / Is that a house or a prison / How you gonna get out / Electric bull and your tennis courts / Pink sports cars and your boats / Getting fried fried fried fried fried fried / By the fire / Windows covered with bars / Floodlights for the yard / It’s a pleasure to watch you / Watch it all melt / But hey! / What about the cocaine / Stockpiled in the basement / Be a hero and save it / You know you’re gonna need it / Where’s your brand new pretty wife / She might still be inside / Either save her or your cocaine from the fire / But the gates and doors are locked / ‘Cause the burglar alarms went off / Ever wonder why we laugh laugh / At your lives / Windows covered with bars / Fences spiked with barbed wire / Never looked so helpless / Engulfed in flames / Cameras watchin’ the walls / Don’t forget the dogs / Now you’re trapped in your prison / How you gonna get out / See the gerbil / Run run run run run run run run run … / (repeat) / From the fire

So it’s Halloween / And you feel like dancin’ / And you feel like shinin’ / And you feel like letting loose / Whatcha gonna be / Babe, you better know / And you better plan / Better plan all day / Better plan all week / Better plan all month / Better plan all year / You’re dressed up like a clown / Putting on your act / It’s the only 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 year’s chance / Tomorrow your mold goes back on / After Halloween / You go to work today / You’ll go to work tomorrow / Shitfaced tonight / You’ll brag about it for months / Remember what I did / Remember what I was / Back on Halloween / But what’s in between / Where are your ideas / You sit around and dream / For next Halloween / Why not every day / Are you so afraid / What will people say / (repeat) / After Halloween / Because your role is planned for you / There’s nothing you can do / But stop and think it through / But what will the boss say to you / And what will your girlfriend say to you / And the people out on the street they might glare at you / And whadya know, you’re pretty self-conscious too / So you run back and stuff yourselves in rigid business costumes / Only at night to score is your leather uniform exhumed / Why don’t you take your social regulations / And shove ‘em up your ass

Roughin’ it in the great outdoors / Guidebooks tell us where to go / Winnebago Warrior / Slow down traffic climbing hills / 30 gallons to the mile / Honey, quick, the Polaroid / Chorus: Winnebago Warrior / Brave as old John Wayne / Winnebago Warrior / A true yankee pioneer / Stop at Stuckey’s for a meal / Blab all day on the CB / Winnebago Warrior / Littered campground, folding chairs / Feed Doritos to the bears / Honey, quick, the Polaroid / (Chorus) / Kill some fish down by the creek / Hand their picture by the sink / Show your grandson who’s the boss / Tie your two tote-goats to the front / U-Haul trailer full of souvenirs / that you buy along the way / (Chorus)

Rioting - the unbeatable high / Adrenaline shoots your nerves to the sky / Everyone know this town is gonna blow / And it’s all gonna blow right now / Now you can smash all the windows that you want / All you really need are some friends and a rock / Throwing a brick never felt so damn good / Smash more glass / Scream with a laugh / And wallow with the crowds / Watch them kicking people’s ass / But you get to the place / Where the real slavedrivers live / It’s walled off by riot squad / Aiming guns right at your heads / So you turn right around / And play right into their hands / And set your own neighborhood / Burning to the ground instead / Chorus: Riot - the unbeatable high / Riot - shoots your nerves to the sky / Riot - playing into their hands / Tomorrow you’re homeless / Tonight it’s a blast / Get your kicks in quick / They’re callin’ the national guard / Now could be your only chance / To torch a police car / Climb the roof, kick the siren in / And jump and yelp for joy / Quickly - dive back in the crowd / Slip away, now don’t get caught / Let’s loot the spiffy Hi-Fi store / Grab as much as you can hold / Pray your full arms don’t fall off / Here comes the owner with a gun / (Chorus) / The barricades spring up from nowhere / Cops in helmets line the lines / Shotguns prod into your bellies / The trigger fingers want an excuse / Now / The raging mob has lost its nerve / There’s more of us but who goes first / No one dares to cross the lines / The cops know that they’ve won / It’s all over but not quite / The pigs have just begun to fight / They club your heads, kick your teeth / Police can riot all that they please / (Chorus) / Tomorrow you’re homeless / Tonight it’s a blast

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 a pipe / Electrodes on your balls / C’mon scream / C’mon writhe / Face down in a pool of piss / (Chorus) / In the name of world peace / In the name of world profits / America pumps up our secret police / America wants fuel / To get it, it needs puppets / So what’s ten million dead / If it’s keeping out the Russians / We’re well trained by the CIA / With yankee tax money in Ft. Bragg / The Peace Corps builds US labor camps / When they think they’re building schools / Ha Ha / When cowboy Ronnie comes to town / Forks out his tongue at human rights / Sit down, enjoy our ethnic meal / Dine on some charbroiled nuns / Try a medal on / Smile at the mirror as the cameras click / And make big business happy - / Anytime / Anywhere / Maybe you’ll just disappear / (Chorus)

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 on your lonely wife / I play tape recordings / Of you to my friends at night / We’ve got a girl in bed with you / You’re on candid camera / We just un-elected you / Chorus: I am the owl / I seek out the foul / Wipe ’em away / Keep America free / For clean livin’ folks like me / If you demonstrate / Against somebody we like / I’ll slip on my wig / And see if I can start a riot / Transform you to an angry mob / All your leaders go to jail for my job / But we ain’t the Russians / Political trials are taboo / We’ve got our secret / Ways of getting rid of you / Fill you full of LSD / Turn you loose on a freeway / (Chorus) / Send you spinning / Send you spinning / Send you spinning all over the freeway / Spinning on the crowded freeway / Spinning on the freeway / Spinning on the freeway / Spin / Spin / Spin - lookout! / The press, they never even cared / Why a youth leader walked into a speeding car / In ten years we’ll leak the truth / By then it’s only so much paper / You know, Watergate hurt / But nothing really ever changed / A teeny bit quieter / But we still play our little games / We still play our little games / (repeat) / I am the owl

Once I had a close friend / I knew him for quite a while / He seemed all right to me / We had this deal together / Tied up all my money and time / And then he went away / Taking all that was mine / Oh well, things crumble to an end / Hell, we all die in the end / Die in the end / Once it was fun to worry / About who was in control / Could look into the future / But now it don’t seem right / Passion is filling the air / Profits are better than life / and things are harder to bear / It’s a dead end / Dead end / Dead end / Once I had a lover / I knew her for quite a while / She seemed all right to me / But then she was gone / She took my lovin’ and time / Taking all that was mine / And leaving me far behind / It’s a dead end / Dead end / Dead end

The crowded future stings my eyes / I still find time to exercise / In uniform with two white stripes / Unlock my section of the sand / It’s fenced off to the water’s edge / I clamp a gas mask on my head / On my beach at night / Bathe in my moonlight / Another tanker’s hit the rocks / Abandoned to spill out its guts / The sand is laced with sticky glops / O’shimmering moonlight sheen upon / The waves and water clogged with oil / White gases steam up from the soil / On my beach at night / Bathe in my moonlight / I squish dead fish between my toes / Try not to step on any bones / I turn around and I go home / I slip back through my basement door / Switch off all that I own below / Dive in my scalding wooden tub / My own beach at night / Bathe in my moonlight / There will always be a moon / Over Marin

There, wasn't that a nice visit? Don't forget, a psychiatrist is on-duty 24 hours a day in the blue room, just up from the parking garage. Drink plenty of water when you take these. Now you can relax and return to your job


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

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

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…

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

Dog bite / On my leg / Not right / Supposed to beg / Daily to the filling station / Underwater navigation / Oh / Oh / Oh…

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…

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)

*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