Holiday in Cambodia Dead Kennedys

Words: Jello Biafra * Music: Biafra/Ray/Flouride/Slesinger So you been to schools 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

Holiday in Cambodia Dead Kennedys

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 dear It's a holiday

CAMBODIA joan baez

whispers and cries And clutching a tiny Buddha charm A baby dies in his mother's arms Is there only sorrow in Cambodia?

Cambodia Limp Bizkit

what your stealing Your open room style needs some healing Checked out by my flow I'm glad you know Behind this punk I got the phattest fucking live show You feel the tension the eye balls in

Cambodia Limp Bizkit

liking what your stealing Your open room style needs some healing Checked out by my flow I'm glad you know Behind this punk I got the phattest fucking live show You feel the tension the eye balls in

Cambodia Pulsedriver

didn't think it strange But then he got a call He had to leave that night He couldn't say too much But it would be alright He didn't need to pack They'd meet the next night He had a job to do Flying to Cambodia

Cambodia kim wilde

think it strange But then he got a call He had to leave that night He couldn't say too much But it would be alright He didn't need to pack They'd meet the next night He had a job to do Flying to Cambodia

DEAD END Dead Kennedys

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) Oh, well, things crumble to an end Hell, we all die in

Cesspools in Eden Dead Kennedys

Poison is bubbling Beneath your dreamhome Buried there years before Kid runs in crying From playing in the garden "Mommy, I burned my hands!" "What's making our eyes so itchy?"

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

Chicken Farm Dead Kennedys

Biafra/Ray/Flouride/Peligro Another rainy morning mingling at the market Bartering for food for another day Rifle shots ring out behind the crumbling buildings Executions have begun Sprawled in

Hellnation Dead Kennedys

Hellnation's when they tell you You gotta go clean up your act You're the one who dragged me here And now you drag me back To this Hellnation CHORUS Problem is few care About the people in

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

Life Sentence Dead Kennedys

You used to be a partner in crime Now you say you ain't got the time Gotta get serious, gotta plan Gotta pass those entrance exams Oh my God It's your senior year All you care about is your

The Prey Dead Kennedys

You're from out of town I can tell that by your shoes Flew in for the convention Getting tipsy in a bar You're leaving pretty late Gotta get up in the morning Thinking she's just too expensive

The Prey Dead Kennedys

You're from out of town I can tell that by your shoes Flew in for the convention Getting tipsy in a bar You're leaving pretty late Gotta get up in the morning Thinking she's just too expensive And

Life Sentence Dead Kennedys

You used to be a partner in crime Now you say you ain't go the time Gotta get serious, gotta plan Gotta pass those entrance exams Oh my God It's senior year All you care about is your career It's

BLEED FOR ME Dead Kennedys

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

Triumph of the Swill Dead Kennedys

Life can only get better All you need to do is fall in love Everyone else has fun but you Buy that fun you'll fit in too Dance your problems away GOVERNMENT MUSIC Cheap escape to that mind-control

Chemical Warfare Dead Kennedys

Music by Biafra 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

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

Rambozo the Clown Dead Kennedys

Got a deadly toy To brainwash your boy An egocentric muscle thug Kicks butt on screen like a brat outa hell Bullshitter in the Indochina shop Pull the string in his back, we win the war That

Night of the Living Rednecks Dead Kennedys

I wanna tell you a story, about the last time I was in Portland.

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

Potshot Heard Round the World Dead Kennedys

We are gathered here today To take photos of the President Pretending to mourn these brave young me Who came home from Beirut Gift-wrapped in body bags- A truck bomb blew them to bits We knew they

Goons of Hazzard Dead Kennedys

music: Biafra & Ray Happy hour belongs to America's best-loved thugs Here comes the 4-wheel prosthetic penises Got yer gun racks, tractor tires and lynch mob drivers We couldn't find a chick to sit in

I Kill Children Dead Kennedys

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 Halloween So your're in

Kinky Sex Makes the World Go 'Round Dead Kennedys

Now we know there's an alarming high number of young people roaming around in your country with nothing to do but stir up trouble for the police and damage private property.

MORAL MAJORITY Dead Kennedys

You call yourself the Moral Majority We call ourself 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.

FOREST FIRE Dead Kennedys

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 climbin' the hill Burnin' wealthy

I Spy Dead Kennedys

You look at me fromhe back of the room All I see is a 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

RIOT Dead Kennedys

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

Too Drunk to Fuck Dead Kennedys

drunk to fuck Too drunk to fuck Too drunk To fuck I'm too drunk, too drunk, too drunk To fuck I like your stories I like your gun Shooting out cop tires Sounds like loads and loads of fun But in

Police Truck Dead Kennedys

screaming off the street And ride, ride how we ride Got a black uniform and a silver badge Playin'cops for real/playin' cops for pay Let's ride, lowride Pull down your dress here's a kick in

Soup Is Good Food Dead Kennedys

save the working man you've got to put him out to pasture Looks like we'll have to let you go Doesn't it feel fulfilling to know That you--the human being--are now obsolete And there's nothing in

WELL PAID SCIENTIST Dead Kennedys

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

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?

TRUST YOUR MECHANIC Dead Kennedys

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

Dear Abby Dead Kennedys

Just mix in the Tuna Helper...and ta-da! The whole family thinks my new meals are delicious. They ask me what's my secret. Abby, I think they're getting suspicious.

Anarchy for Sale Dead Kennedys

Get your cuddly boots and studs Be sure to rebel in proper style Rebel along the paths we pick Out of fear of peer pressure we create Hey you!

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

Saturday Night Holocaust Dead Kennedys

a funny smell Around the hill outside of town Every now and then we wonder But we shrug our shoulders And get back to work There's a railroad there and trains go by And there's people locked in

HALLOWEEN Dead Kennedys

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

Insight Dead Kennedys

Who's that kid in the back of the room Who's that kid in the back of the room He's setting all his papers on fire He's setting all his papers on fire Where did he get that crazy smile Where did

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

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

place like this for pay Downtown's an endless generic mall Of video games and fast food chains One by one The little houses are bricked up and condemned A subtle hint to move Before the rats move in

Lie Detector Dead Kennedys

must be guilty (lie detector) Guilty (lie detector) Guilty (lie detector) Guilty 'til you're proven innocent These days Blood pressure clamps around your arms Now don't get nervous when we yell in

Insight Dead Kennedys

Who's that kid in the back of the room? Who's that kid in the back of the room? He's setting all his papers on fire He's setting all his papers on fire Where did he get that crazy smile?

Police Truck Dead Kennedys

one screaming off the street And ride, ride how we ride Got a black uniform and a silver badge Playin' cops for real, playin' cops for pay Let's ride, lowride Pull down your dress here's a kick in