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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...

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

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

A Commercial `Dead Kennedys`

This ain't no sissy concert to raise food for the needy; this concerts whipped up the American way to raise money for guns for the greedy!

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

Hellnation `Dead Kennedys`

Peligro Hellnation's when they teach us Profiting from greed Hellnation's what they give us Coke, heroin & speed Hellnation's when they tell you You gotta go clean up your act You're the one

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

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?

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

Pull My Strings `Dead Kennedys`

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, I'm a business man No ideas of my own I won't offend Or rock the

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

I Fought The Law `Dead Kennedys`

Drinkin' beer in the hot sun I fought the law and I won I needed sex and I got mine I fought the law and I won The law don't mean shit if you've got the right friends That's how the country's

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

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!

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

Soup Is Good Food `Dead Kennedys`

unions agree Sacrifices must be made Computers never go on strike To 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

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

A Child and his Lawnmower `Dead Kennedys`

Some clown in Sacramento was drugged into court He shot his lawnmower It disobeyed, it wouldn't start Might makes right, it's the American Way (R) They fined him $60 and sent him on his way You know

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

Do the Slag `Dead Kennedys`

Have you heard about the latest craze That's sweepin' across the nation All the punks from coast to coast Have discovered an old invention: "Your hair's too long Man, you're a queer You're too

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

Forward to Death `Dead Kennedys`

Words and music 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

TRUST YOUR MECHANIC `Dead Kennedys`

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

Too Drunk to Fuck `Dead Kennedys`

Went to a party I danced all night I drank sixteen beers And I started up a fight But now I'm jaded You're out of luck I'm rolling down the stairs Too drunk to fuck Too drunk to fuck Too drunk

NAZI PUNKS FUCK OFF `Dead Kennedys`

If you've come to fight, get outa 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 Nazi punks Nazi punks Nazi punks - Fuck Off!

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

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

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

Chemical Warfare `Dead Kennedys`

Words and 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,

Police Truck `Dead Kennedys`

Tonight's the night that we got the truck We're goin downtown gonna beat up drunks Your turn to drive I'll bring the beer It's the late, late shift no one to fear And ride, how we ride We ride