Gone with My Wind Dead Kennedys

the president's had too much to drink His days of power are about gone He's been talking to paintings in the hall He says, "I'm finished, so what the hell? My life is ruined, what matters now?

This Could Be Anywhere (This Could Be Everywhere) Dead Kennedys

words: Biafra music: Ray/Biafra/Flouride/Peligro Cold concrete apartments Rise up from wet black asphalt Below them a few carcasses Of the long gone age of privacy It takes a scary kind of

DEAD END Dead Kennedys

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 my money and time And then he went away Taking all that was mine (chorus)

KILL THE POOR Dead Kennedys

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 but no less value to property no sense in war but

Straight A's Dead Kennedys

Sixteen, on the honor roll I wish that I was dead Parents hate me, I got zits And bruises round my head Pressure's on to get good grates So I can be like them Do my homework all the time I can't

Short Songs Dead Kennedys

I like short songs (Repeat 13 times) Straight A's Sixteen, on the honor roll I wish that I was dead Parents hate me, I got zits And bruises `round my head Pressure's on to get good grades

Drug me Dead Kennedys

Words and Music by Biafra 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

MOON OVER MARIN Dead Kennedys

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 waters edge I clamp a gas mask on my head

TERMINAL PREPPIE Dead Kennedys

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 make an impression I block out thinking It won't get me ahead My ambition in life

One-Way Ticket to Pluto Dead Kennedys

Distinguished scientists A pesky senator And monkey turds leaking from the lab All brought to us play-by-play by Howard Cosell You're going where no man has gone before Because we owe you some favors

I Fought the Law Dead Kennedys

The law don’t mean shit if you’ve got the right friends That’s how the country’s run Twinkies are the best friend I’ve ever had I fought the law And I won I blew George & Harvey’s brains out with

I Fought The Law Dead Kennedys

The law don't mean shit if you've got the right friends That's how the country's run Twinkies are the best friend I've ever had I fought the law and I won I blew George and Harvey's brains out with

Hellnation Dead Kennedys

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

At My Job Dead Kennedys

words & music by East Bay Ray If your machine might slip a gear Push this button to help it clear Your time card says your name's Joe But we'll call you 6-3-0 CHORUS I'm working at my job

Dear Abby Dead Kennedys

It's important that my family eat meat at least three times a week. But we just can't afford to with the prices the way they are. so I bring home some choice cuts from my autopsy subjects.

MORAL MAJORITY Dead Kennedys

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 dobble-knit ties

Macho Insecurity Dead Kennedys

Name one thing on earth lower than a tough guy Who talks with his fists instead of using his head Who beats the shit out of anything it can't understand Behind the muscle mask is a scared little boy

The Man With The Dogs Dead Kennedys

I am no one But I'm well known For I am the man with the dogs I stare at you shopping Watch while you're walking Two dogs run around your toes You turn around Two eyes break you down Now, who

The Man with the Dogs Dead Kennedys

I am no one But I am well known For I am the Man With the Dogs I stare at you shopping Watch while you're walking Two dogs run around your toes You turn around Two eyes break you down 'Now who

Saturday Night Holocaust Dead Kennedys

disco Pompadour and pink lame I bow and blow the doorman He parts the chain, says join the game A quick line in the girls room To the bar for the electrodes A coin into the right slits Tape my

Night of the Living Rednecks Dead Kennedys

and showered me with some water. So, I stood there thinking, what a bunch of fuckheads, and picked up a rock.

Saturday Night Holocaust Dead Kennedys

the disco Pompadour and pink lamme I bow and blow the doorman He parts the chain, says join the game A quick line in the girls' room To the bar for the electrodes A coin into the right slit Tape my

I Kill Children Dead Kennedys

Words and Music by Biafra I kill children I love to see them die I kill children And make their mamas cry Crush 'em under my car I wanna hear them scream Feed 'em poison candy To spoil their

Chemical Warfare Dead Kennedys

Now I got my own mustard gas in my pocket Climb on a tree on a branch On a country club full of Saturday golfers So I can watch them die chokin' shakin'in convulsions Go crazy crazy crazy crazy Crazy

A Commercial Dead Kennedys

Have you're rich parents' money ready, world hunger's gone forever once your check's in the mail when MTV and the rock and racism connection bring you live, from Sun City, USA FOR SOUTH AFRIA!

Holiday in Cambodia Dead Kennedys

On your five grand stereo Braggin that you know How the niggers feel cold And the slums got so much soul It's time to taste what you most fear Right Guard will not help you here Brace yourself, my

Holiday in Cambodia Dead Kennedys

your five grand stereo Bragging that you know How the niggers feel 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

A Growing Boy Needs His Lunch Dead Kennedys

words: Biafra, music:Biafra/Ray/Flouride/Peligro In lonely gas stations with mini-marts You'll find rows of them for sale Liquor-filled statues of Elvis Presley Drink like a vampire His disciples

California Uber Alles Dead Kennedys

I am Governor Jerry Brown My aura smiles And never frowns Soon I will be president...

I AM THE OWL Dead Kennedys

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

Chicken Farm Dead Kennedys

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

BLEED FOR ME Dead Kennedys

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

When ya Get Drafted Dead Kennedys

War is coming back in style There's generals here, advisors there, And Russians nibbling everywhere The chessboard's filling up with red We make more profits when we blow off their heads Economy is

FOREST FIRE Dead Kennedys

California homes Better run run run run run From the fire But some of us stay and watch And we think of your insurance cost And we laugh laugh laugh laugh laugh laugh At your lives Windows covered with

I Spy Dead Kennedys

bumbling buffoon Head down like you don't see much UNtil you move in to make your bust CHORUS I spy for you and me I spy for you and me Disguised like you're one of the scene Just stand alone with

Forward to Death Dead Kennedys

by 6025 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

Jock-O-Rama (Invasion of the Beef Patrol) Dead Kennedys

the way you're forced to act To survive our schools Make your whole life revolve around sports Walk tough--don't act too smart Be a mean machine Then we'll let you get ahead Jock-O-Rama--Save my

Pull My Strings Dead Kennedys

Drool, drool, drool, drool, drool, drool My Payola! Drool, drool, drool, drool, drool, drool My Payola!

Insight Dead Kennedys

he's really weird We all think he's really weird Chorus: We never talk to him He never looks quite right He laughs at us We just beat him up What he sees escapes our sight We never see him with

Pull My Strings Dead Kennedys

I'm tired of self respect I can't afford a car I wanna be a tool Don't need no soul Wanna make big money Playing rock and roll I'll make my music boring I'll play my music slow I ain't no artist

RIOT Dead Kennedys

Now you can smash all the windows that you want All you need are some friends and a rock Throwing a brick never felt so damn good Smash some more glass Scream with a laugh And wallow with the crowd

Lie Detector Dead Kennedys

we find you qualified You have just the right capacity For putting up with our nonsense There's just one thing you've got to prove We know how you must be dishonest and lazy If you're so desperate

Insight Dead Kennedys

all think he's really weird We all think he's really weird We never talk to him He never looks quite right He laughs at us We just beat him up What he sees escapes our sight We never see him with

Buzzbomb From Pasadena Dead Kennedys

Buzzbomb buzzbomb macho-mobile The road's my slave, that's how I feel I cruise alone, I cruise real far Shoo young punk!

Buzzbomb From Pasadena Dead Kennedys

Buzzbomb buzzbomb macho-mobile The road's my slave, that's how I feel I cruise alone, I cruise real far Shoo young punk!

Rambozo the Clown Dead Kennedys

outa hell Bullshitter in the Indochina shop Pull the string in his back, we win the war That we never should have started at all A cabbage patch terrorist to call our own Who rewrites history with

M.T.V.--Get Off the Air Dead Kennedys

Hi I'm your video DJ I always talk like I'm wigged out on quaaludes I wear a satin baseball jacket everywhere I go My job is to help destroy What's left of your imagination By feeding you endless

Take This Job And Shove It Dead Kennedys

Take this job and shove it I ain't working here no more My woman left and took all the reasons I was working for You better not try to stand in my way When I'm walking out the door Take this job

Triumph of the Swill Dead Kennedys

too hard You don't even want to think See the macho cock-rock metal heroes Vomit fire out of their big mouts Shake your fists obediently Make Leni Riefenstahl real proud See the Aryan bozo with

HYPERACTIVE CHILD Dead Kennedys

a lie That's why you dragged me here 'You're a hyperactve child You're disruptive, 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