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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")
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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.
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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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PLASTIC
SURGERY DISASTERS |
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Song
Title |
Lyrics |
Mp3 |
| 1. |
Advice From Christmas Past |
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| 2. |
Government
Flu |
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| 3. |
Terminal Preppie |
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| 4. |
Trust Your Mechanic |
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| 5. |
Well Paid Scientist |
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| 6. |
Buzzbomb |
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| 7. |
Forest Fire |
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| 8. |
Halloween |
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| 9. |
Winnebago Warrior |
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| 10. |
Riot |
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| 11. |
Bleed For Me |
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| 12. |
I Am the Owl |
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| 13. |
Dead End |
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| 14. |
Moon Over Marin |
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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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ADVICE FROM CHRISTMAS PAST
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?
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GOVERNMENT FLU
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
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TERMINAL PREPPIE
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)
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TRUST YOUR MECHANIC
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
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WELL PAID SCIENTIST
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
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BUZZBOMB
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 |
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FOREST
FIRE
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 |
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HALLOWEEN
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 |
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WINNEBAGO
WARRIOR
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) |
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RIOT
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 |
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BLEED
FOR ME
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) |
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I
AM THE OWL
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 |
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DEAD
END
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 |
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MOON
OVER MARIN
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
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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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