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

you get ahead Jock-O-Rama--Save my soul We're under the thumb of the Beef Patrol The future of America is in their hands Watch it roll over Niagara Falls Pep rally in the holy temple And you're

Buzzbomb From Pasadena Dead Kennedys

My pension comes - Each penny saved buys more escape from home I'd rather carouse around all day Than move into a home Plow through rest area san-o-lets Splat goes the lonely salesman Still wanking

NAZI PUNKS FUCK OFF Dead Kennedys

Punk ain't no religious cult Punk means thinking for yourself You ain't hardcore cos you spike your hair When a jock still lives inside your head Nazi punks Nazi punks Nazi punks - Fuck Off!

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

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!

Invasion Jeru the Damaja

, ready to blow up somethin The beast keep frontin, invasion Verse Two: I was forced into a life of crime Career criminal, now my career is crime My mind is in a fucked up state A brainwashed

Saturday Night Holocaust Dead Kennedys

There's a prefab building and 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...

Invasion Iron Maiden

Invasion (Harris) The Vikings are coming You'd better get ready for we're having a fight The longboats are coming It's looking like their?

Goons of Hazzard Dead Kennedys

find a chick to sit in the middle So we drink ourselves sick Lean out the windows and pinch ass instead We are the Goons of Hazzard Glorified on your TV We run down bikes and hitch hikers And we

Fleshdunce Dead Kennedys

We're world industry's thoughtlords The entertainment wing We keep you all in line By fixing your free will Surround you with pop fantasies Just slightly out of reach To soften all the blows

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

Triumph of the Swill Dead Kennedys

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 the red guitar Parachute on the White House lawn

Chickenshit Conformist Dead Kennedys

Punk's not dead It just deserves to die When it becomes another stale cartoon A close-minded, self-centered social club Ideas don't matter, it's who you know If the music's gotten boring It's

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

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

Spin-O-Rama Primitives

Spin spin circling Let's go round again Turn turn to unlearn The things we need not know Grown so fast nothing lasts Let's go round again Take a ride by my side Hold on tight let's go Come on climb aboard

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

words: Biafra, music: Biafra & Ray Fun Fun Fun in the fluffy chair Flame up the herb Woof down the beer (click!)

A Growing Boy Needs His Lunch Dead Kennedys

flock to such a fitting shrine Sprawled across from his graceless mansion A shopping mall Filled with prayer rugs and Elvis dolls And I wonder Yeah I wonder Will Elvis take the place of Jesus

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

At My Job Dead Kennedys

sky With flags like pubic hair ringed 'round the bottom The symbols of our heritage Lit up proudly in the night Somehow fits to see the homeless people Passed out on the lawn So this is where

One-Way Ticket to Pluto Dead Kennedys

Get ready for the blast off! And don't forget the hype! We're going into space.

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

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?

I AM THE OWL Dead Kennedys

you to my friends at night We've got our girl in bed with you You're on candid camera We just un-elected you (chorus) I am the owl I seek out the fowl Wipe 'em away Keep America free For

Night of the Living Rednecks Dead Kennedys

The night before we played at the Long Goodbye, I was walkin' on the street about 10:30 at night, a lot of people go to bed around here at 10:30 at night, and well, I was walkin' along, when suddenly

Chicken Farm Dead Kennedys

words: Biafra, music: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

Potshot Heard Round the World Dead Kennedys

We're the United States Marines We know you've all been killing each other For at least two thousand years But we're here now To protect the family Of Christian heroin warlords Most friendly

Cesspools in Eden Dead Kennedys

Oh...Oh Oh Oh It's the big waste dump Oh, yeah We built your ticky-tacky houses On landfill soil To cover up a gift We left you years before Of toxic chemicals And leaking gas Just dig a little

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

The Great Wall Dead Kennedys

Great Wall of China It's so big it's seen from outer space Put there to keep starving neighbors Locked outside the gates What's changed today?

Kinky Sex Makes the World Go 'Round Dead Kennedys

This is the Secretary at the State Department of the United States... We have a problem. The companies want something done about this sluggish world economic situation...

WELL PAID SCIENTIST Dead Kennedys

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

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

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?

KEPONE FACTORY Dead Kennedys

I finally found a job in a paper Movin' barrels at a chemical plant There's shiny-looking dust on my fingers Goin' up my nose and into my lungs It's the Kepone poisoning - Minamata Kepone poisoning

Hellnation Dead Kennedys

who dragged me here And now you drag me back To this Hellnation CHORUS Problem is few care About the people in despair If you help no one You're guilty in the Hellnation Hellnation's when

Shrink Dead Kennedys

If only people could shrink Our world wouldn't be so overcrowded Bring ourselves down to size There'd be so much more food to go 'round Why don't we build a machine With all the know-how of the

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

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

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

A Commercial Dead Kennedys

It's so important we've even exhumed the bodies of Lynyrd Skynyrd!

HYPERACTIVE CHILD Dead Kennedys

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 hyperactve child You're disruptive, you're too wild We're going

Where Do Ya Draw the Line Dead Kennedys

Seems like the more I think I know The more I find I don't Every answer opens up so many questions anarchy sounds good to me Then someone asks, "Who'd fix the sewers?"

WINNEBAGO WARRIOR Dead Kennedys

Roughin' it in the great outdoors Guidebooks tell us where to go Winnebego Warrior Slow down traffic climbing hills 30 gallons to the mile Honey, quick, the Polaroid (chorus) Winnebago Warrior

Funland at the Beach Dead Kennedys

Words and Music by Biafra Sunny Sunday at the amusement park See the fat hands spill their pop Oh babe - lots of flags and ballons But someone sabotaged the roller coaster last night Ran a turn

Anarchy for Sale Dead Kennedys

T-shirts only 10 dollars Badges only 3.50 I nicked the design, never asked the band I never listen to them either Buy buy buy from Circle A Like hula hoops, it's a disposable craze Another fast-food

Saturday Night Holocaust Dead Kennedys

There's a prefab building and 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

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