Take This Job And Shove It

Take this job and shove it, I ain’t working here no more.My woman left, took all of the reasons I was working for you, You better not try stand my way cos I'm walk out the door. Take this job and shove it, I work here no more.

Take this job and shove it, I ain’t working here no more. My woman left, took all of the reasons I was working for you, You better not try stand my way cos I'm walk out the door. Take this job and shove it, I work here no more.

I been working in this factory for now more than 15 years, I’ve some of my best friends’ women standing in a pool of tears, I’ve seen a lot of kinfolks dying, I had a lot of bills to pay, I’d give the shirt right off my back if I had the nerve to say:

Take this job and shove it, I ain’t working here no more. My woman left, took all of the reasons I was working for you, You better not try stand my way cos I'm walk out the door. Take this job and shove it, I work here no more.

The foreman is a regular sob and the night boss is a fool, Got a brand new flattop haircut, he really thinks that’s cool. One of these days I’m gonna blow my top and swear he’s gonna pay, I can’t wait to see the look on his faces when I get the nerve to say:

Take this job and shove it, I ain’t working here no more. My woman left, took all of the reasons I was working for you, You better not try stand my way cos I'm walk out the door. Take this job and shove it, I work here no more. Take this job and shove it, I work here, I work here, I work here no more.

I say, come on! To pleasures unknown Where we fly to when we are all bored Come on for the ride When we hop with the jet set tonight

We'll sun ourselves red down in Montego Bay Hotel-hired guards keep the natives away

Wanna save the whales we'll go watch them feed Buzz around them in boats til they won't breed Just here for the ride Then we hop with the jet set tonight

Check out them indians' ancestral art Some of that would look cute up on our walls Yeah! suit it just fine When you hop with the jet set tonight

We'll hire out some poachers to go steal their dolls Who cares if they're sacred, they look awful cute

National Geographic found a stone age tribe Let's feed them their first hot dogs on film Won't that be a prize To show to the jet set tonight

“Aren't they cute, aren't they pure…” Muse subscribers back home Next weekend the junta exterminates them Back home by the sea at our outdoor café Our chameleon tongues catch the flies in the air

Dear Abby, got a problem. I'm a decent unpaid, hardworking county coroner. 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 choices cuts from my autopsy subjects. Just mix in the Tuna Helper… and ta-da!

Dear Abby, got a problem. The whole family thinks my new meals are delicious. They ask me what's my secret. Abby, I think they're getting suspicious. My smart-ass 8-year-old keeps asking, “Where's all the meat? The red dye #2 kind that's kept in the fridge.”

If they find out the truth I don't think they'll understand. Abby, what do I tell my family?

DEAR REAGANOMICS VICTIM: Consult your clergyman. Make sure the body's blessed and everything should be just fine, just fine.

We got a deadly toy To brainwash your boy.

An egocentric muscle thug kicks butt on screen like a brat outa hell. Bullshitter in the Indichina 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 a machine gun. Don't think about it, KILL IT, that's what we teach your child.

Rambozo, Rambozo, Rambozo the Clown. (x2)

To draft age kids It sure looks like fun “Kill them all” And let got sort 'em out.

Like video games, no mess, just fuel for a mass lapse of common sense. You can be Don Quixote, we'll dice with our windmill blades.

Brawn over brain Means a happy ending. G.I. Joe in the cereal bow; Grey shrapnel-flavour chewing gum. Mass Murder ain't just painless now we've made it cute.

Rambozo, Rambozo, Rambozo the Clown. (x2)

War is sexy. War is fun. Iron ego. Red Dawn. Be a wolverine you'll rule the hills. Just get some guns and Cheerios. Any kid can conquer Libya Just steal a fighter plane.

Look who came home in a wheelchair. V.A. Hospital, they don't care. “We're the Machine you're just the tool.”, who fell for the myth of…

Rambozo, Rambozo, Rambozo the Clown. (x3) Rambozo, Rambozo, RAMBOZO

Hey Rocky! Watch me pull a massacre out of my pants. Again!

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 if reach, To soften all the blows of your forced daily routine.

We strip-mine your underground culture Take the bite out and rinse it clean Give ourselves credit for creating it Then sell it back to you at twice the price. Hey!

Our pod of talent vampires has blown into your town To dazzle, sign & milk you all strictly on our own terms. You think you've got a lot to say, we'll change that real soon You're not a person anymore we've made you a cartoon. By the time we're through remolding you You won't even recognize your face. There's no end to the eager beavers Drawn like moths to our Babylon's mirage.

Conveyor belt of flashdunce, Who all want to do the fleshdance. (x4)

Great Wall of China it's so big it's seen from outer space. Put there to keep starving neighbors locked outsides the gates.

So what's changed today? Empires hoard more than they need And peasants threaten our comfort. We'll build a Great Wall around our power. Build a Great Wall around our power.

Bankrupt L.A.'s streetcar line so people pay more to drive. Plant strategic freeways to divide neighborhoods by color lines.

We'd rather pay for riot squads Than pump your ghetto back to life. We let your schools decay on purpose. To build a Great Wall around our power. Build Great Wall around our power.

Warlords in grey suits Take a different route to work each day. Second-hand green berets form the company's private armies. We'll take all your gold But won't teach reading or feed your poor. The League of Gentlemen would rather feed guns to puppet dictators.

There's too many people in your world And refugees are expensive, When they trickle down onto our soil We hunt them & arrest them. Classify them insane Put them back on the next plane, To the waiting arms of the same death squads they fled. Build a Great Wall around our power. We're building a Great Wall around our power. Economicly poor around the power. Give of the poor, Your tired & your weak. We'll send 'em right back To their certain death.

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 industries, We put a man on the moon, We're gonna need more room to breathe real soon. Oh! Oh!

Drink your vaccine and let's shrink And bring your poodle so it doesn't eat us. The road will be so wide, No traffic jams when we're half a foot tall. Bring what you need down here, We'll shrink it all by microwave. Don't wanna die like dinosaurs. We'll have enough resources to go round. Oh! Oh!

So now you've made the big shrink, Meanwhile we'll keep acting big. We well-bred beautiful people, Who says we have to go too? Cops, mason & businessmen, Were exempted from the ovens. As if you weren't already, The rest of you are all our termites now. Oh! Oh!

We came home and found our son lying dead on his bed of a gun shot wound. He had is headphones on and there was an Ozzy record on the turn table. So we called our lawyer.

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 our problem away. - Government music Cheap escape to that mind-control beat. - Government music Mellow out, life's too hard, you don't even want to think. No!

See the macho cock-rock metal heroes vomit fire out of their big mouths. Shake your fists obediently make Leni Riefenstahl real proud. See the Aryan bozo with the red guitar parachute on the White House lawn. Gonna bomb the commies with his air guitar so dumb he can't drive 55.

Like Bing Crosby before them, - Government music Too idiotic to be real. - Government music You want it loud? We'll make sure it goes nowhere so you won't get ideas.

Triumph of the swill (x4)

Music is banned in Khomeini's, Iran, on the ground that it stimulates the brain.

We've done him one better in the land of coke & honey, using music to put people's brains to sleep. Ever wonder why commercial radio's so bad? It's cause someone upstairs wants it that way. If the Doors or John Lennon were getting started now, the industry wouldn't sign 'em in a million years.

So what do we get, - Government music Christian censorship and taxed blank tapes. - Government music Shoopers strung out on our false hopes wWill flock to obey.

Triumph of the swill (x4)

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

Called Macho Insecurity Macho Insecurity (x2) Cos you can't stand yourself.

Got a bitch with me? Why don't you say it to my face? - My face It's so easy to mouth off to others. Where's your proof? - No proof Maybe we can talk if you'de just drop your act. Nothing's ever solved by making childish threats.

That's Macho Insecurity Macho Insecurity (x2) Cos you can't stand yourself.

Why do you want people to be so afraid of you? Why are you so scared of anything that's different? No one's ever there when you need friends, you wonder why, It's cos you take yourself so seriously, But being such a clown gives the rest of us the right to laugh

At your Macho Insecurity Macho Insecurity (x2) Cos you can't stand your Macho Insecurity (x3) Cos you can't stand yourself.

You look at me from the 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.

I spy for you and me (x4)

Disguised like you're one of the scene, Just stand alone with no real friends. Scared people will find out who you are. Alone in the world without your telephone beeper .

I spy for you and me (x3)

Curious folks aks you questions of life But you can't answer cos your heart's like a knife. Still you feel you sing the last song sung, You're just a heartless piece of scum with a gun.

I spy for you and me (x2) I spy for you and me, yeah right!

I spy (x4)

Poison is bubbling Beneath your dreamhome, Buried there years before. Kid runs in crying, Flaying in the garden. “Mommy, I burned my hands!” “What's making our eyes so itchy?” “Don't rub 'em, they'll swell up.”

Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! It's a big waste dump. Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!

We built your tichy-tachy houses on landfill soil, To cover up a gift we left there years before. Our toxic chemicals & the leaking gas, Just dig a little while you'll find our acid baths.

Cesspools In Eden Oozing away

Groundwater's poisoned, Air stings like hell, The lines for doctors grow long. Over martinis, The company laughs. “We don't owe you a damn thing.” But what about all these fainting spells? How'd you like a lick from my open sores.

And Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Why are our babies stillborn? Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!

A storage tank's leaking, it's about to explode. Why evacuate when you can watch the fun. Nothing happens here, get out the lawn chairs. We'll drink pink lemonade & watch Martinez burn.

Cesspools In Eden Oozing away… Leak by the day.

The land we sold you is right atop our acid pits. We fill them by the truckload in the dead of night. There's a thousand more toxins, it's the tips of the iceberg. We pay a little drive or we just don't report them.

And see what you get, Cesspools In Eden (x2) No accident, just a little of our greed-fueled negligence. Oh!

So you've found the proof why your cancer rate's shot up, But whatcha gonna do when we've got all the cards. Time Beach, Rocky Flats, Love Canal & Bhopal. Merry Christmas, hostages from the folks that care.

Cesspools In Eden (x4)

Have a nice day.

Countdown! Get ready for the - Blast Off! And don't forget the - Hype! We're going into space.

Distinguished scientists, a pesky senator, & 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, don't ask us where that is we have no idea. You're chosen for this great mission because we owe you some favors and besides you're bright. A little too bright.

Step one: Senator - your vomit, It's time to - analyze it For the folks back home.

Open the hatch, launch the war satellite that the commies aren't supposed to know about. Our real challenge is to keep it a secret from the press back home.

You're going where no man has gone before, don't ask us where that is we have no idea. You're chosen for this great mission because you're heartly & strong & make a lot of fuss, Especially around us, We like you better when you're far away.

Have you - noticed? You're going the wrong - direction. We have, but that's your - problem. We planned it that way.

We had to dispose of all of you so we can spoil the final frontier. How dare you question our Star Wars plans for the farce that they are?

You're going where no man has gone before, for rocking the boat in our temple of doom. You're on a one-way ticket to Pluto, we wash our hands of you and your lost Ark.

So don't forget to write… No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No!

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 to long, man, you're a queer. You're too new wave, put down that beer…”

Do the Slag - Look at 'em run! Do the Slag - Hey you scum! Do the Slag - Ain't it fun. Do the Slag - Let's all be dumb!

Badmouthed people we don't know, Make sure it's behind their backs. Don't let new people in our scene It's more fun than having a friend. We'll slag everyone each & every night So we can pretend that we're all right. Make those pricks feel just so small, We'll show the world that we're three feet tall.

Slander their integrity, Doubt their humanity, Talk about their haircuts, are their politics correct?

Do the Slag - Look at 'em run! Do the Slag - Hey you scum! Do the Slag - Ain't it fun. Do the Slag - Let's all be dumb!

Don't let those sissies on the floor, They're unhip, man, they bought the wrong clothes. Let's all do the latest craze Cos having allies never pays.

Slander their integrity, Doubt their humanity, Talk about their haircuts are their politics correct?

Do the Slag - Look at 'em run! Do the Slag - Ain't it fun. Do the Slag - Hey you scum! Do the Slag - Let's all be dumb! Do the Slag - Look at 'em run! Do the Slag - Hey you scum! Do the Slag - Look at 'em run! Do the Slag - Let's all be dumb!

Have we got a telethon for you coming soon on M.T.V.! A rockin' bankroll extravaganza featuring all your favorite vigilante rock stars! Sammy Hagar (Yeah!), Sylvester Stallone (Meuw!), Clint Eastwood (Pow!). This telethon is so important we've even exhumed the bodies of Lynyrd Skynyrd (Wow!) This ain't no sissy concert to raise money for food for the needy; this concerts whipped up the American way to raise money for guns for the greedy! So stay tuned and dig in those heels for… USA FOR SOUTH AFRICA!

It's USA For South Africa cos those poor, sex-starved riot battalions need more machine guns, more tear gas, more nerve gas & more electric fences for those prison camps they call homelands. And who's going to give it to 'em? WE ARE! Every one of us! Everytime we go to the bank. Everytime we buy food at Theftway. Or those fancy chrome wheels for your hotcar. It's USA FOR SOUTH AFRICA!

Don't delay! Apartheid is a BIG business! What would these American ladies do without those diamonds? You heard the White House… DON'T MISS IT! Have you're rich parents' money ready, world hunger's gone forever once your check's in the mail, when M.T.V. and the rock'n'racism connection bring you live, from Sun City, USA FOR SOUTH AFRICA!

Wake up! Get down here quick! 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 ruins, what matters now? I've always itched for that great thrill… If I die all of you should too.”

Gone with my wind, Out with the bang, Gonna end it all right now. Gone with my wind, Out with the bang, Coming with me, oh wow!

Oh! My bombs will rain down on D.C. We'll nuke our enemies while they're asleep. We'll be safe in the ground below And laugh & drink til the cows come home. So come on John, whadya say? It's been dancing in my head for years. What'll happen if I push this button… Let's start World War III for fun.

Gone with my wind, Out with the bang, Gonna end it all right now. Gone with my wind, Out with the bang, Coming with me, oh wow!

“Mr. President, just sit down, We should talk for a little while, I'll pour another round. What about your memoirs' T.V. rights?” Sit tight And watch the fire…

“Let go of me. Do you think I'm mad?” “To tell the truth, sir, I'd rather not say” Just keep your paws inside you pockets, And planet earth will be O.K. But you reached for the button anyhow, I had no choice but to knock you out. That's just last night's bump in your head On to the next crisis, it's another day.

Gone with my wind, Out with the bang, Gonna end it all right now. Gone with my wind, Out with the bang, Coming with me, oh wow!

Step right up folks! Anarchy for sale!

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 fad to throw away. It's anarchy For Sale! Anarchy For Sale! (x2)

Sheep unite! Get your cuddly boots & studs, Be sure to rebel in proper style. Rebel along the path we pick, Out of fear of peer pressure we create.

Hey You! Get those flyes off my wall, No commie peace shit in my boutique, No one here cares what that all means Cos anarchy's For Sale! Anarchy For Sale! (x2)

Our town sucks! Our scene rules! To belong you must buy into it, So we sold you metal spike bracelets. So c'mon let's see a good fight It's Anarchy For Sale! Anarchy For Sale! (x2)

Punk's not dead, it just deserves to die when it becomes another stale cartoon,

A closed-minded, self-centered social club, ideas don't matter, it's who you know. If the music's gotten boring it's because of the people who want everyone to sound the same. Who the drive bright people out of our so-called scene, til all that's left is just a meaningless fad.

Harcore formulas are dogshit, Change & caring are what's real. Is this a state of mind, Or just another label? The joy & hope of an alternative Has become its own cliché. A hairstyle's not a lifestyle, Imagine Sid Vicious at 35.

Who needs a scene scared to love & to feel. Judging everything by loud fast rules appeal. Who played last night! “I don't know, I forgot. But diving off the stage Was a lot of fun.”

So eager to please, Peer pressure decrees. (x2) Make the same old mistakes Again & again. Chickenshit conformist like your parents.

What's ripped us apart even more than drugs are the thieves & the goddamn liars.

Ripping people off when they share their stuff, when someone falls are there any friends? Harder core than thou for a year or two, then it's time to get a real job. Others stay home it's no fun to go out when the gigs are wrecked by gangs and thugs. When the thugs form bands, look who gets records deals, from New York metal labels looking to scam. Who sign the most racist queerbashing bands they can find to make a buck revving kids up for war.

Walk tall, act small, Only as tough as gang approval. Unity is bullshit! When it's under someone's fat boot. Oh! Where's the common cause, Too many factions safely sulk in their shells. Agree with us on everything or we won't help with anything, That kind of attitude just makes a split grow wider. Guess who's laughing while the world explodes, When we're all crybabies who fight best among ourselves.

So eager to please, Peer pressure decrees. (x2) Make the same old mistakes Again and again. Chickenshit conformist like your parents.

That farty old rock & roll attitude's back. “It's competition, man, we wanna break big.” Who needs friends when the money's good? That's right, the 70's are back. Cock-rock metal's like a bad laxative, it just don't move me, ya know? The music's O.K. when there's more ideas than solos. Do we really need the attitude too?

Shedding thin skin too quickly, As a fan it dissapoints me. Same old stupid sexist lyrics. Of is Satan all you can think of? Crossover is just another word for lack of ideas. Maybe what we need are more trolls under the bridge. Will the metalheads finally learn something, Will the punks throw away their education? No one's ever the best once they believe their own press. “Maturing” don't mean rehasing mistakes of the past.

So eager to please, Peer pressure decrees. (x2) Make the same old mistakes Again and again. Chickenshit conformist like your parents.

The more things change, the more they stay the same. We can't grow when we won't criticize ourselves. The 60's weren't all failure, it's the 70's that stunk, as the clock ticks we dig the same hole. Music scenes ain't real life, they won't get rid of the bomb. Won't eliminate rape or bring down the banks. Any kind of real change takes more time & work Than changing channels on a T.V. set.

So eager to please, Peer pressure decrees. (x2) Make the same old mistakes Again and again. Chickenshit conformist like your parents.

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?” “Would the rednecks just play king of the neighborhood?”

How many liberators really want to be dictators? Every theory has its holes when real life steps in. So how do we feed, and make room for, all the people crowded on our earth, And transfer all that wealth from the rich to those who need it?

Where do ya draw the line? (x3) I'm not telling you, I'm asking you.

Ever notice hard line radicals can go on star trips too, Where no one's pure & right except themselves. “I'm cleansed of the system” ('cept when my amp needs electric power) Or, “The Party Line says 'No, Feminists can't wear fishnets.'”

You wanna help stop war? Well, we reject your application, You crack too many jokes & you eat meat. What better way to turn people off than to twist ideas for change, Into one more church that forgets we're all human beings.

Where do ya draw the line? (x3) I'm not telling you, I'm asking you.

In Toronto someone blew up a big cruise missile warhead plant. 10 slightly hurt, 4 million dollars damage. Why not destroy private property, When it's used against you and me? Is that violence or self-defense, You tell me.

Where do ya draw the line? I'm not telling you, I'm asking you (x2) Where do you draw the line? Draw the line. Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! (x3)

Hey! Yo! We're 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 our family, Of Christian heroin warlords, most friendly to the west. So you knock off this fighting, or we'll tell mom.

Ever notice news is staged, like T.V. wrestling shows. With Reagans & Khaddafis cast as cartoon vilains & heroes. Or those wildlife “documentaries” where a lion from the zoo, Kill a deer tied down ahead of time, at the perfect camera angle. When lemmings balk at dying for Disney, they're hurled off the cliff.

We are gathered here today to take photos of the president, Pretending to mourn these brave young man who came home from Beirut. Gift-wrapped in body bags, truck bomb blew them to bits. We knew they were sitting ducks, we sacrificed 'em Aztec style. So we could use their dead meat to cook up war fever back home.

So make sure you take lots of pictures and slant your news on the way. Just like in Wild Kingdom we first tied down the prey. We want people boiling for revenge in their living room, So we can go play shoot-em-up anywhere we choose, And our backers can cash in without the public asking questions.

D M S O

Crypto. Wonder. Drug In Vogue.

Some people say it cures arthritis, Maybe that's why it keeps getting banned.

It's absorbed directly through the skin, Mix it with lemon juice, Touch your fingertips, You'll taste the lemon.

The police Started a riot Down at the courthouse Again.

Runing amok, Spilling blood, Bashing heads.

I do my part Behind the lines, Swabbling door handles of cop cars, With D.M.S.O. Mixed with L.S.D.

D. M. S. O. (x3)

We have reviewed your yellow form, Congratulations! We find you qualified. You've 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 you actually want to work at this place.

You must be guilty! - Lie detector You're guilty! - Lie detector Til you're proven innocent these days

Blood pressure clamps around your arms. Now don't get nervous when we yell in your face. We know you steal - just who do you screw? With what?!? With who?!? Aren't you a Christian?!?!?

The polygraph - don't make it move, One little twitch, the anvil drops on you. Don't matter if you told the truth, we want your facial egg for our file.

You must be guilty! - Lie detector You're guilty! - Lie detector Til you're proven innocent these days Guilty ill innocent these days

Guilty - til proven innocent Guilty - it says so on your face Guilty - when you try to find Guilty - A place to live or a job that pays Guilty - when you file a complaint against the cops Guilty - That kicked your face last night. Guilty - it says so on page 3 Guilty - who'd think a guy like me Would plant some drugs to your car, Break in your house while your asleep, Poke at your mouth, Bet your ass you're watched And it's your word against ours.

Yeah! Just because we're hiring you Yeah! That don't mean that we trust you at all. You'll have to take a test like this once or twice every week.

We know machines, they make mistakes, And it's your word against our deaf black box. The machine is always right cos we know how it makes you feel so small.

You're guilty! - Lie detector (x3) Til you're proven innocent You're guilty! - Lie detector (x3) Til you're proven innocent these days, Proven innocent these days. Cos when your innocent, When your innocent, When your innocent it just don't pay.

“We're sorry but you're no longer needed Or wanted or even cared about here, Machines can do a better job than you. This is what you get for asking questions. The 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 know That you - the human being - are now obsolete And there's nothing in hell we'll let you do about it”

Soup is good food - We don't need you any more You make a good meal - We don't need you any more Now how do you feel - We don't need you any more To be shit out our ass And thrown in the cold like a piece of trash “

We're sorry you'll just have to leave Unemployment runs out after just six weeks How does it feel to be a budget cut You're snipped, you no longer exist Your number's been purged from our central computer So we can rig the facts and sweep you under the rug See our chart? Unemployment's going down If that ruins your life that's your problem”

Soup is good food - We don't need you any more You make a good meal - We don't need you any more Now how do you feel - We don't need you any more To be shit out our ass And thrown in the cold

“We're sorry we hate to interrupt But it's against the law to jump off this bridge You'll just have to kill yourself somewhere else A tourist might see you and we wouldn't want that I'm just doing my job, you know, so say uncle And we'll take you to the mental health zoo Force feed you mind-melting chemicals Til even the outside world looks great”

In hi-tech science research labs It costs too much to bury all the dead The mutilated disease-injected Surplus rats who can't be used anymore So they're dumped - with no minister present In a spiraling corkscrew dispose-all unit Ground into sludge and flushed away Aw gezz!

We don't need you any more - We don't need you any more Soup is good food - We don't need you any more You make a good meal - We don't need you any more Now how do you feel - We don't need you any more To be shit out our ass And thrown in the cold like a piece of trash We know how much you'd like to die - We don't need you any more We joke about it on our coffee breaks - We don't need you any more But we're paid to force you to have a nice day - We don't need you any more In the wonderful world we made just for you - We don't need you any more

Poor Rats… we human rodents chuckle At least we get a dignified cremation At yet, at 6:00 tomorrow morning It's time to get up and go to work

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 who dragged me here and now you drag me back To this Hellnation - Hellnation - Hellnation - Hellnation

Problem is few care About the people in despair If you help no one You're guilty in the Hellnation

Hellnation's when the president asks for four more fucking years Hellnation's when he gets it by conning poor people and peers Hellnation - got no choice. What's the point of trying to vote? When this country makes war, we all die in the same boat In this Hellnation - Hellnation - Hellnation - Hellnation

Problem is few care About the people in despair If you help no one You're guilty in the Hellnation (x2)

It's the only world we've got Let's protect it while we can It's all there is and there 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 up slaves to their trade In the Hellnation - Hellnation - Hellnation - Hellnation

Problem is few care About the people in despair If you help no one You're guilty in the Hellnation

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 illness To design a 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

This could be anywhere - Could be anywhere Everywhere

Those new kids at school seem cool But dad says not to talk to them Stick to your old friends They're not our kind So now there's lots of fights

So many people I know Come of age tense and bitter-eyed Can't create so they just destroy C'mon! Let's set someone's dog on fire

Empty plastic culture slum suburbia is a war zone now Sprouting the kinds of gangs we thought we'd left behind

This could be anywhere Could be anywhere Everywhere Could be anywhere Could be everywhere Could be anywhere

Kids at school are taking sides Along color and uniform lines My dad's gone and bought a gun He says he's fed up with the crime in this town

This could be anywhere This could be everywhere (x2) This could be anywhere - Anywhere This could be everywhere - Anywhere This could be anywhere - Anywhere This could be everywhere I hope I'm gone before it explodes

I linger late at night waiting for the bus No amount of neon jazz could hide the oozing vibes of death

My dad's a vigilante now He's bringing home these weird-ass friends Like the guy who fires blanks at his T.V. when Kojak's on Or the guy who shows off his submachine gun To his sixteen-year-old daughter's friends Whose sense of pride and hope is being in the police reserve

This could be anywhere Could be anywhere Could be everywhere Everywhere

This could be anywhere This could be everywhere (x2) Everywhere

In lonely gas stations with mini-marts you'll find rows of them for sale Liquor-filled statues of Elvis Presley screw is head off and drink like a vampire His disciples 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 in a thousand years Religious wars Barbaric laws Bloodshed worldwide Over what's left of his myth

A growing boy needs his lunch (x2)

When pesticides get banned we're safe up north we just sell them to those other countries Soon there's lots of exotic deformed babies, somehow that's not our fault Just dip 'em in glaze paint 'em orange and green for the Arizona roadside stands

To sell alongside plaster burros and birthbaths

And I wonder Yeah! I wonder Why so many insects around us feed off the dead Death squads Starvation Foreign aid? Just leave it to the magic of the marketplace

A growing boy needs his lunch (x2)

Everyone should just love each other - Dip your toe into the fire Drop your guns and lawsuits and love each other - Life begins beyond the bunker

And while you're busy hugging in the streets - Outgrowing your hatred for all to feel Jiminy Cricket's found a game to play Stick your neck out and trust - It'll be chopped away

Jimmy through your locked front doors Rifle through your sacred drawers Line my pockets, deface your dreams Til the cows come home to me, to me

Nibbling like an earwig winding through your brain Bound like Lawrence Harvey spreadeagle to a bed The migraine gets worse when we find out we lay eggs And no one in all of Borneo can hear you scream, scream

A growing boy needs his lunch (x3)

Turn on! Tune in! Cop out!

Drop! Kick! Turn in! Tune out!

Chicken Farm

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 the square are today's broken bodies Lots to pick clean if you're first and quick Riffle through their pockets, peel off their clothes To wear or sell when you wash out the blood

Run my little brother Run to the chicken farm Opportunity's calling You might even find a watch

We're going down, to the chicken farm (x4)

Napalm rains no more but the war goes on Little brother died playing at the dump today He found a new toy and held it up proud Then it blew him to bits

How many more children Will be killed or die at birth Deformed by Agent Orange In our food chain forever more

We're going down, to the chicken farm (x4)

This time we'll buy our way out I've got a plan, you wait and see I smuggled you this map In the gash I sliced in my thigh I hope I'm there to join you, love We're blown to piece one by one in this camp We crawl shaking through the fields at gunpoint all day To defuse leftover landmines - by hand, hand, hand

We shiver on the deck and stiffen for the worst If the pirates come around we might as well be dead We'll be thrown in the sea or butchered if we're women All in the name of gold

One foot in a land we can barely understand Can't speak the tongue of Yankee hospitality Our kids at school get beat up To the tune of “Boat people, go home!”

Sliced with a machete From the breast of our homeland Our new world tries to spit us out But it sure beats the chicken farm

We're going down, to the chicken farm (x4)

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

You really like gorillas? We've got just the pet for you It's 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 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 forced to go Masturbate en masse With the favored religious cult

Cheerleaders yell - “Ra Ra Team” From the locker room parades the prime beef When archaeologists dig this up They'll either laugh or cry

Jock-O-Rama - On the brain Redneck-a-thon driving me insane The future of America is in their hands Watch it roll over Niagara Falls

Unzip that old-time religion On the almighty football field Beerbellies of all ages Come to watch the gladiators bleed

“Now boys, this game ain't played for fun You're going out there to win How d'ya win? Get out there And snap the other guy's knee!”

Beat 'em up! Beat 'em up! Ra Ra Ra Snap those spinal cords Ha! Ha! Ha! (x2)

The star quarterback lies injured Unconscious on the football field Looks like his neck's been broken Seems to happen somewhere every year

His mom and dad clutch themselves and cry Their favorite son will never walk again Coach says, “That boy gave a hundred percent What spirit! What a man!”

But who cares? Game's over! - Let's go get wasted man To the 7-11! To the liquor store! Let's party all night and party some more

Another Trans-Am Wrapped itself around a telephone pole “I ain't drunk, officer, I just fell gettin' out of my car” “Don't worry about it, son, we were that way when we were young You've got all the skills to make a damn good businessman”

What's the point?

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

Jock-O-Rama - that's the law Come lick the butts of the Beef Patrol If the future of America is handed to them Watch it roll over Niagara Falls

Goons of Hazzard

Happy hour belongs to America's best-loved thugs Here comes the 4-wheel-drive prosthetic penises Got yer gun racks, tractor tires and lynch mob drivers We couldn't 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 T.V. We run down bikes and hitch hikers Cos we know we'll get off scot-free

We're the vigilante heroes of your tough-guy flicks Bashing punks & bums and fags with our baseball bats No deer to blow away, if it works today So we go to Oroville and shoot a black kid down Or waste demonstrators in Greensboro instead

We are the Goons of Hazzard Glorified on your T.V. We leave you in a pool of blood Cos we know we'll get off scot-free

Let's get him! Get him! C'mere! C'mere Say something to me? We've got him cornered (x2) Is anybody looking? Does anybody even care? No!

Local papers paint us up to be big heroes City fathers & Chambers of Commerce want us deputized The stoner gestapo keepin' your town clean Get a shave, kid, we'll pay you as the strike-breaker Maybe you'll make Tac Squad for the L.A.P.D.

We are the Goons of Hazzard Glorified on your T.V. We leave you in a pool of blood Cos we always get off scot-free Free! Scot-free! scot-free! We always get off (x2) We always get off free!

Fun, Fun, Fun, in the fluffy chair Flame up the herb Woof down the beer, etc

“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 doses Of sugar-coated mindless garbage So don't create, Be sedate Be a vegetable at home And thwack on that dial If we have our way even you will believe This is the future of rock and roll”

How far will you go How low will you stoop To tranquilize our minds with your sugar-coated swill You've turned rock and roll rebellion Into Pat Boone sedation Making sure nothing's left to the imagination

M.T.V. - Get off the (x2) M.T.V. - Get off the air M.T.V. - Get off the (x2) M.T.V. - Get off the air Get off the air

See the latest rejects from the muppet show Shake their tits and their dicks as they lip-synch on screen There's something I don't like about a band who always smiles Another tax write-off for some schmuck who doesn't care

M.T.V. - Get off the (x2) M.T.V. - Get off the air M.T.V. - Get off the (x2) M.T.V. - Get off the air Get off the air (x3)

And so it was, our beloved corporate gods Claimed they created rock video Allowing it to sink as low in one year As commercial T.V. has in 25

“It's the new frontier” they say “It's wide open, anything can happen” But you've got a lot of nerve To call yourself a pioneer When you're too god-damn conservative To take real chances

Tin-eared Graph-paper brained accountants Instead of music fans Call all the shots at giant record companies now The lowest common denominator rules

Forget honesty Forget creativity The dumbest buy the mostest That's the name of the game But sales are slumping And no one will say why Could it be they put out one too many lousy records?!?

M.T.V. - Get off the air NOW!

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

I'm working at my job I'm so happy More boring by the day But they pay me

All that time spent going to school Just to end up following rules

I'm working at my job I'm so happy More boring by the day But they pay me

Now it's time to take a break Don't stray too far or you'll be late

Thank you for your service and a long career Glad you gave us your best years

I'm working at my job I'm so happy More boring by the day But they pay me

I'm working at my job I'm so happy More boring by the day But they pay me

Finally got to Washington in the middle of the night I couldn't wait I headed straight for the Capitol Mall

My heart began to pound. Yahoo! It really exists The American International Pictures logo

I looked up at the Capitol Building Couldn't help but wonder why I felt like saying “Hello, old friend”

Walked up the hill to touch it Then I unzipped my pants And pissed on it when nobody was looking

Like a great eternal Klansman With his two flashing red eyes Turn around he's always watching The Washington monument pricks the 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 it happens The power games and the bribes All lobbying for a piece of ass Of the stars and stripes of corruption

Makes me feel so ashamed To be an American When we're too stuck up to learn from our mistakes Trying to start another Vietnam Like fiddling while Rome burns at home The Boss says, “You're laid off. Blame the Japanese”

“America's back,” alright At the game it plays the worst Strip mining the world like a slave plantation

No wonder others hate us And the Hitlers we handpick To bleed their people dry For our evil empire

The drug we're fed To make us like it Is God and country with a band

People we know who should know better Howl, “America rules. Let's go to war!” Business scams are what's worth dying for

But are the Soviets our worst enemy? We're destroying ourselves instead Who cares about our civil rights As long as I get paid?

The blind Me-Generation Doesn't care if life's a lie So easily used, so proud to enforce The stars and stripes of corruption

Let's bring it all down! (x3) Down! Down! Down!Down! (x3)

Tell me who's the real patriots The Archie Bunker slobs waving flags? Or the people with the guts to work For some real change

Rednecks and bombs don't make us strong We loot the world, yet we can't even feed ourselves Our real test of strength is caring Not the toys of war we sell the world

Just carry on, thankful to be farmed like worms Old glory for a blanket As you suck on your thumbs Real freedom scares you Cos it means responsibility

Saying, “Love it or leave it” I'll get beat up if I criticize it You say you'll fight to the death To save your useless flag

If you want a banana republic that bad Why don't you go move to one

But what can just one of us do? Against all that money and power Trying to crush us into roaches? We don't destroy society in a day Until we change ourselves first From the inside out We can start by not lying so much And treating other people like dirt It's easy not to base our lives On how much we can scam And you know It feels good to lift that monkey off our backs

I'm thankful I live in a place Where I can say the things I do Without being taken out and shot So I'm guard against the goons Trying to take my rights away We've got to rise above the need for cops and laws Let kids learn communication Instead of schools pushing competition How about more art and theater instead of sports?

People will always do drugs, let's legalize them! Crime drops when the mob can't price them Budget's in the red? Let's tax religion

No one will do it for us We'll just have to fix ourselves Honesty ain't all that hard Just put Rambo back inside your pants Causing trouble for the system is much more fun

Thank you for the toilet paper But your flag is meaningless to me Look around, we're all people Who needs countries anyway?

Our land I love it too I think I love it more than you I care enough to fight The stars and stripes of corruption

Let's bring it all down! (x3) If we don't try If we just lie If we can't find a way to do it better than this Who will?

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 With no less value to property No sense in war but perfect sense at home…

The sun beams down on a brand new day No more welfare taxe to pay Unsightly slums gone up in flashing light Jobless millions whisked away At last we have more room to play All systems go to kill the poor tonight

Gonna Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill the poor Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill the poor Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill the poor… Tonight

Behold the sparkle of champagne The crime rate's gone, feel free again O' life's a dream with you, Miss Lily White Jane Fonda on the screen today Convinced the liberals it's okay So let's get dressed and dance away the night

While they…

Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill the poor Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill the poor Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill the poor… Tonight (x2)

Behold the sparkle of champagne The crime rate's gone, feel free again O' life's a dream with you, Miss Lily White Jane Fonda on the screen today Convinced the liberals it's okay So let's get dressed and dance away the night

While they…

Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill the poor Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill the poor Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill the poor… Tonight (x3)

I don't need your way of life I can't stand your attitudes I can do without a strife I don't need this fucking world I don't need this fucking world This world brings me down Gag with every breath This worls brings me down I'm looking forward to death

It's seems so unreal to me So much hate and so much pity I can't take another day It's such a bore It's get me really sore I don't need this fucking world I don't need this fucking world This world brings me down Gag with every breath This worls brings me down I'm looking forward to death

Looking forward to death (x2)

Are you believing the morning papers? 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 looking bad, let's start another war When ya get drafted Fan the fires of racist hatred, we want total war When ya get drafted

Drooling fingers, panic buttons Playing with missiles like they're toys There's easy money, easy job Espacially when you build the bombs That blow big cities of the map Just guess who profits when we build 'em back up

Yeah, what Big Business wants Big Business gets, it want a war When ya get drafted Trilateral Commission goonies laugh and scheme for more When ya get drafted Call the Army! Call the Navy! Stocked with kids from slums When ya get drafted

If you can't afford a slick attorney we might make you a spy

Forget your demonstrations, kids today sits on their ass When ya get drafted Just a six-pack and you're happy We're prepared for when ya get drafted When ya get drafted

The landlord's here to visit They're blasting disco down below Sez, “I'm doubling the rent Cos the building's condemned You're gonna help me buy City Hall”

But we can, you know we can (x2) Let's lynch the landlord man

I tell 'em “Turn on the water” I tell 'em “Turn on the heat” Tell me “All you ever do is complain” Then they search the place when I'm not here

But we can, you know we can (x2) Let's lynch the landlord (x2) Let's lynch the landlord man

There's rats chewin' up the kitchen Roaches up to my knees Turn the oven on, it smells like Dachau, yeah Till the rain pours through the ceilling

But we can, you know we can (x2) Let's lynch the landlord (x2) Let's lynch the landlord man The landlord man

I don't wanna 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 I want to do I need a project I can finish My brain needs some stimulation

DRUG ME (x4)

I'm so fucking tired I gotta stay awake and get to work I'm runnin' late I gotta make it through the day And make my time go by

TV and the stereo and girls are a lots of fun I want the max I relate better loaded “Got ta see the movie stoned”

DRUG ME (x4)

Drug me - with natural vitamin C Drug me - with pharmaceutical speed Drug me - with your sleeping pills Drug me - with your crossword puzzles Drug me - with your magazines Drug me - with your fuck machines With fountain of fads More rock and roll ads… DRUG ME (x4)

Finally off of work Unwind, and watch the ball game at the bar Another potato chip weekend Is here at last

Go away - Go away - Go away - Go away - Go away Leave me alone so I can't see myself

DRUG ME (x4)

Your Emotions

Your mommy told you this And your daddy told you that Always think like this And never do that You learned so many feelings But what is there to that Which are really yours Or are you just a copycat

The school told you this And the church told you that Memorise this ????

You're so boring boring boring Always tape machine recording You're so boring boring boring I've heard all this before

Planless and mindless scraps from anywhere Bunch of used parts from garbage pails everywhere Frankenstein became a monster just like you Your scars only show when someone talks to you

You're so boring, boring, boring Always tape machine recording You're so boring, boring, boring I've heard all this before (x3) Your emotions make you a monster (x4)

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 it I cut through the fence, run in and grab it Go crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy

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

Chemical Warfare, Chemical Warfare Chemical Warfare, Warfare, Warfare (x2)

Panic in the air, see the headless chicken runnin' Golf carts head on crashin', crackin' heads wide open Scratch the grass, mister, you can't breath And roll and writhe in a sandtrap strarting to heave Claw those clubs, lemme see you seethe Crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy

Chemical Warfare, Chemical Warfare Chemical Warfare, Warfare, Warfare (x2)

Yellow air Yellow clouds Blowin' down down down the fairway Sensitive to the touch Movin' down down the putting green Heading straight for the big club house Where the stuffed country club Effervescent ladies, so carefree Relax, pose by the pool Limber limp with a dry martini Until…

Chemical Warfare, Chemical Warfare Chemical Warfare, Warfare, Warfare (x2)

I am Governor Jerry Brown My aura smiles and never frown Soon I will be president!

Carter power will soon go away I will be Fürher one day I will command all of you Your kids will meditate in school Your kids will meditate in school!

California Über Alles (x2) Über Alles California (x2)

Zen fascists will control you 100% natural You will jog for the master race And always wear the happy face Close your eyes, can't happen here Big Bro' on white horse is near The hippies won't come back you say Mellow out or you will pay Mellow out or you will pay!

California Über Alles (x2) Über Alles California (x2)

Now it's 1984 Knock-knock at your front door It's the suede/denim secret police They have come for your uncool niece Come quietly to the camp You'd look nice as a drawstring lamp Don't you worry, it's only a shower For your clothes here's a pretty flower…

DIE on organic poison gas Serpent's egg's already hatched You will croak, you little clown When you mess with president Brown When you mess with president Brown!

California Über Alles (x2) Über Alles California (x2)

God told me to skin you alive

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

So you're in the kids' ward You're in there cos you're ill How about some Pavulon So I can see you chill Time to hit the school bus I think I'll shoot the tires Offer them a helping hand Of open telephone wires

Ever wanted to die? Of course you have! But I won't until I get my revenge ??? too many way I don't wanna see people any more Thing I never ever saw before Make me see them for the shit they are Take as many as I can away with me Anyone can be king for a day

So I kill children I love to see them die I kill children And make their mamas cry I kill children I bang their heads in doors I kill children Can't hardly wait for yours (x7)

We ain't goin' to the party We ain't goin' to the game We ain't goin' to the disco Ain't gonna cruise down main

We're stealing people's mail Stealing people's mail (x4) On a Friday night

Drivin' in the mountains Winding 'round and 'round Rummage through your mailboxes Take your mail back to town

And we got licence plates, wedding gifts, tax returns Checks to politicians from real estate firms Money, bills and canceled checks Pretty funny pictures of your kids

Gonna steal your mail On a Friday night We're gonna steal your mail By the pale moonlight

We got grocery sackful, after grocery sackful After grocery sackful, after grocery sackful (x2) Of the private lives of you

People say that we're crazy Sick and all alone But when we read your letters We roll on the floor

And we got licence plates, wedding gifts, tax returns Checks to politicians from real estate firms Money, bills and canceled checks We cut relashionship with your friends

Gonna steal your mail On a Friday night We're gonna steal your mail By the pale moonlight

We better not get caught We'll be dumbed in institutions Where we'll be drugged and shocked Till we come out born-again Christians

Stealing people's mail (x3) Stealing people's mail on a friday night!

Sunny Sunday at the amusement park See the fat kids spill their pop Oh babe! lots of flags and balloons But someone sabotaged the rollercoaster last night

Ran a turn and then it smashed right down Through the crowded haunted house below Oh No! Human hamburger No!

And it's crushed little kids Cruched little kids (x2) Adorn the boardwalk

Crushed little kids, adorn the boardwalk (x4)

See the tourist drop their jaws and cones See the owners smell a big lawsuit Oh Police! Call your lawyer first Make the witnesses go home And they'll turn on the TV

And see crushed little kids Cruched little kids (x2) Adorn the boardwalk Crushed little kids (x3) Adorn the boardwalk Crushed little kids, adorn the boardwalk (x3)

In a desprate mind Little gardens grows They grow very wide They grow very tall

Why am I alive? Urban Wonderland By the fence I stand In and out of hand

There are many paths Dripping dark so dense Do not enter here Enter over there

Why am I alive? Urban Wonderland By the fence I stand In and out of hand

People closing in Barking at my mind Shoving me to wine I want all alone

I want my own home! I want my own girl! Help me hate the world Own and love my life

Why am I alive? Urban Wonderland By the fence I stand In and out of hand

So you been to school 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 crawl

Play ethnicky jazz To parade your snazz On you five grand stereo Braggin' 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 Brace yourself, my dear…

It's a holiday in Cambodia It's tough kid, but it's life It's a holiday in Cambodia Don't forget to pack a wife

You're a star-belly sneech You suck like a leech You want everyone to act like you Kiss ass while you bitch So you can get rich But your boss gets richer off you

Well you'll work harder With a gun in your back For a bowl of rice a day Slave for soldiers Till you starve Then your head is skewered on a stake

Now you can go where people are one Now you can go where they get things done What you need, my son What you need, my son…

Is a holiday in Cambodia Where people dress in black Need a holiday in Cambodia Where you'll kiss ass or crack

Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot (x2)

And it's a holiday in Cambodia Where you'll do what you're told A holiday in Cambodia Where the slum's got so much soul

Pol Pot

Bright lights city gonna set my soul It's gonna set my soul on fire Got a whole lot-a-money that's ready to burn So get those stakes up high

There's a thousand pretty women waiting out there They're all waiting the Devil may care And I'm just a devil with love to spare, so VIVA LAS VEGAS! (x3)

How I wish that there were more Than the twenty four hours in the day Even if I ran out of speed, boy I wouldn't sleep a minute of the way

Oh there's blackjack and poker and the roulette wheel A fortune won and lost on every deal All you need is sonar and nerves of steel, so VIVA LAS VEGAS! (x3)

Viva Las Vegas Where the neon signs are flashing And the one arm bandits crashing All hopes down the drain

Viva Las Vegas Turning day into night time Turning night into daytime If you see it once you'll never be the same again

Gotta keep on running Gonna have me some fun If it costs me my very last dime If I wind up broke Then I'll always remember that I had a swingin' time

Oh, I'm gonna give it everything I've got Lady Luck's with me, the dice stay hot Got coke up my nose to dry away the snot, so VIVA LAS VEGAS! (x3) VIVA! VIVA! LAS VEGAS!

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, ride, how we ride And ride, lowride

It's round-up time where the good whores meet Gonna drag 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 the ass Let's beat you blue till you shit in your pants Don't move, child, got a big black stick There's six of us, babe, so suck on my dick And ride, ride, how we ride Let's ride, lowride

The Left newspapers migth whine a bit But the guys at the station, they don't give a shit Dispatch calls, “Are you doin' something wicked?” “No, siree, Jack, we're just givin' tickets” Let's we ride, ride, how we ride And we ride, ride, how we ride As we ride, ride, how we ride Let's ride, lowride.

Went to a party, I danced all night I drank 16 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 (x3) I'm too drunk, too drunk Too drunk to fuck

I like your stories, I love your gun Shooting out cop tires sounds like loads and loads of fun But in my room wish you were dead You ball like the baby in Eraserhead

Too drunk to fuck (x3) I'm too drunk, too drunk Too drunk to fuck (x2)

I'm 'bout to drop, my head's a mess The only salvation is I'll never see you again You give me head it makes it worse Take out your fuckin' retainer, put it in your purse

I'm too drunk to fuck You're too drunk to fuck Too drunk, to fuck It's all I need right now, oh baby! I'm melting like an ice cream bar, Oh baby And now I got diarrhea Too drunk to fuck Yeah, Yeah (x3) Ooooohhh…

I am Governor Jerry Brown My aura smiles and never frowns Soon I will be President…

Carter power will soon go away I will be Führer one day I will command all of you Your kids will meditate in school (x2)

California Über Alles (x2) Über Alles California (x2)

Zen fascists will control you Hundred percent natural You will jog for the master race And always wear the happy face

Close your eyes, can't happen here Big Bro' on white horse is near The hippies won't come back you say Mellow out or you will pay (x2)

California Über Alles (x2) Über Alles California (x2)

Now it is 1984 Knock knock at your front door It's the suede/denim secret police They have come for your uncool niece

Come quietly to the camp You'd look nice as a drawstring lamp Don't you worry, it's only a shower For your clothes here's a pretty flower

Die on organic poison gas Serpent's egg's already hatched You will croak, you little clown When you mess with President Brown (x2)

California Über Alles (x2) Über Alles California (x2)

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 does that guy think he's starin' at?”

Stop in your tracks You're being laughed at Your armored ego is nude

And I do and I do Crack up cos I'm getting to you I see you, I see you And you're pretty self-conscious too

Down to your church I'm looking for victims Spell of the Man With the Dogs

I'll haunt you And follow you to work That ghost is back again

Creep into you I won't go away You're taking yourself too seriously

I smile as you frown And turn to walk away Your habits for all to see

I see a shrew, I see you And the rodent things you do You see you I see you And you're pretty self-conscious too

And I'm gonna crack your mask Yeah and I'm gonna laugh Open wide….

Saw you again You'll see me tomorrow Curse of the Man With the Dogs

You may not like me You won't forget me Not safe even in Walgreen's

They've seen me Ask your friends “Oh, I know him” Seen but I'm never heard by your lot

A stare Is worth a thousand biting phrases See how stupid you are?

I dare you, I dare you To erase my laser tattoo You see, you see you And you're pretty self-conscious too

And I'm gonna crack your mask Yeah, and I'm gonna laugh What's inside? Is it pubic hair Is it cobweb air I bet you just don't care

Who's that kid in the back of the room (x2) He's setting all his papers on fire (x2) Where did he get that crazy smile (x2) We all think he's really weird (x2)

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, sight

We've never seen him with the girls (x2) He's talking to himself again (x2)

Why doesn't he want tons of friends (x2) Says he's bored when we hang around (x2)

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, sight

We're all planning our careers (x3) He says we're growing old

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 career

It's your Life Sentence Life Sentence (x3)

You're squelching your emotions All you talk about is old times You don't do what you want to But you do the same thing everyday

No sense of humor But such good manners Now you're an adult You're boring

It's your Life Sentence Life Sentence (x3)

The walls are closing in You stayed too long in school

I'd rather stay a child And keep my self-respect If being an adult Means being like you

Are you really you you you you you you you you you Are you really you? No

You're a chained-up dog fenced in a yard Don't see much, you can't go far Pace and froth, you're getting sick Run too fast it'll snap your neck

Say you'll break out But you never do You're just another ant in the hill It's your Life Sentence Life Sentence (x7)

Some clown in Sacramento was dragged into court, He shot his landmower it disobeyed it would start. Might makes right, it's the American way®. They fined him $60 and send him on his way.

You know some people don't take no shit, Maybe if they did they'd have half a brain left.

You know some people don't take no shit, Maybe if they did they'd have half a brain left.

So you been to school 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 crawl

Play ethnicky jazz To parade your snazz On you five grand stereo Braggin' 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 Brace yourself, my dear…

It's a holiday in Cambodia It's tough kid, but it's life It's a holiday in Cambodia Don't forget to pack a wife

You're a star-belly sneech You suck like a leech You want everyone to act like you Kiss ass while you bitch So you can get rich But your boss gets richer off you

Well you'll work harder With a gun in your back For a bowl of rice a day Slave for soldiers Till you starve Then your head is skewered on a stake

Now you can go where people are one Now you can go where they get things done What you need, my son What you need, my son…

Is a holiday in Cambodia Where people dress in black A holiday in Cambodia Where you'll kiss ass or crack

Pol Pot - Pol Pot - Pol Pot - Pol Pot (x2)

And it's a holiday in Cambodia Where you'll do what you're told A holiday in Cambodia Where the slum's got so much soul

Pol Pol

Drinkin' beer in the hot sun I fought the law and I won (x2)

I needed sex and I got mine I fought the law and I won (x2)

The law don't mean shit if you've got the right friends That's how this country's run Twinkies are the best friend I've ever had I fought the law and I won (x2)

I blew George & Harvey's brains out with my six-gun I fought the law and I won (x2)

Gonna write my book and make a million I fought the law and I won (x2)

I'm the new folk hero of the Ku Klux Klan My cop friends think it's fine You can get away with murder if you've got a badge I fought the law and I won (x3) I am the law so I… won

There's a prefab building and a funny smell Around the hills 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 cattle cars And have you noticed the french fries at the A&W Taste a little strange?

I drive down to 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 girl's room To the bar for the electrodes A coin into the right slit Tape my temple and watch me go!

Blacks are banned 'cept on the records h' life's a cabaret Like Berlin, 1930 All I crave is my escape

Now I want your perfect Barbie-doll lips And I want your perfect Barbie-doll eyes Slip my fingers down your Barbie-doll dress Up and down your spandex ass

If I lit a match to you You'd melt before my eyes C'mere my pretty glow-worm You look so fine to dance with me

The fly-eye lights are throbbin' I'm burning up the floor Whirling twirling Close my eyes, no faces judging me

Now I want your perfect Barbie-doll lips And I want your perfect Barbie-doll eyes Slip my fingers down your Barbie-doll dress Up and down your spandex ass

A Hitler youth in jogging suit Smiling face banded round his arm Says “Line up, you've got work to do We need dog food for the poor”

A scream bleats out, we're herded into lines Customized vans wait outside I'm getting scared of my new home To Auschwitz condominiums we go Oh no

But I want your perfect Barbie-doll lips And I want your perfect Barbie-doll eyes My fingers down your dress One more time

Hold it! We gotta prove we're adults now. We're not a Punk-Rock band, we're a New-Wave band!

I'm tired of self-respect I can't afford a car I wanna be a prefab superstar

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, I'm a businessman No ideas of my own

I won't offend Or rock the boat Just sex and drugs And rock and roll

And here we go with Drool, drool, drool, drool, drool, drool… My Payola! (x2)

You'll pay ten bucks to see me* On a fifteen foot high stage Fat-ass bouncers kick the shit Out of kids who try to dance

If my friends say I've lost my guts I'll laugh and say That's rock and roll

But there's just one problem…

Is my cock big enough Is my brain small enough For you to make me a star

Give me a toot I'll sell you my soul Pull my strings and I'll go far

Give me a toot I'll sell you my soul Pull my strings and I'll go far

And when I'm rich And meet Bob Hope We'll shoot some golf And shoot some dope

Is my cock big enough Is my brain small enough For you to make me a star

Give me a toot I'll sell you my soul Pull my strings and I'll go far

Is my cock big enough Is my brain small enough For you to make me a star

Is my cock big enough Is my brain small enough For you to make me a star

Is my cock big enough Is my brain small enough For you to make me a star

Give me a toot I'll sell you my soul Pull my strings and I'll go far

Give me a toot I'll sell you my soul Pull my strings and I'll go far

And drool, drool, drool, drool, drool, drool… My Payola! Drool, drool, drool, drool, drool, drool… My Payola!

I like short songs (x13)

Brain death, blind desk, school damage, straigh A's

Sixteen, on the honor roll, I wish that I was dead Hate my Parents, I got zits and bruises round my head Pressure's on to get good grades so I can be like them Do my homework all the time I can't go out just then

People they ain't friends at all, they tease and suck me dry Yell at me when I fuck up and party while I cry I look so big on paper, I feel so very small Wanna die and you don't care, just stride on down the hall

Suicide - suicide Read the paper, wonder why Turn the light out, then you cry It's you fault, you made me die

Touch me won't, you touch me now so frozen I can't love When I was born my mama cried and picked me up with gloves Girls, they kick me in the eye, want answers to the tests When they get them they drive off and leave me home to rest

Hold my head Make me warm Tell me I am loved Give me hope Let me cry Make me feel Give me touch

The window's broken, bleeding, screaming, lying in the hall I'm gone no one remembers me, a picture on the wall “He was such a bright boy, the future in his hands…” Or a spineless human pinball shot around by your demands

Suicide - suicide Goin' to sleep and when I die You'll look up and realize Then look down and wipe your eyes Then go back to your stupid lives Aw shit

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 you know you're… Probably… Right!

There's no one on the streets And you can't find your hotel You walk a little faster - Someone's following you

The wallet-size bulge In you double-knit butt Has money for me And maybe credit cards

You dart around the next corner You can't look around Quick now, fish for the keys for the door You don't even know where you are

You walk a little faster I walk a little faster Sensing that I sense you Now there's no escape I can almost taste your dandruff As I reach out for your face - And I strike!

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

Cross Nevada at 110 Highway 50 and there's nobody there The sign says, 'Next sign 30 miles!'

My pension comes - Each penny saves buys more escape from home I'd rather cruise around all day Than move into a home

Plow through rest area San-O-Lets Splat! goes the lonely salesman Still wanking in the men's room…

Buzzbomb Buzzbomb tape up loud Lawrence Welk cranked up to 10 Faster faster in my car

Buzzbomb is my pride and joy King of the trailer court Waiting for a nice young man Who'll love me for my car

Who tells me why I'm cool Tells me just what I like When I pretend he's here

Shred through Palm Springs across the golf course Cops round here, scratching their heads Flashing sirens, State Patrol… uh oh

They're scuffing up the side of my car They're shooting out my tires This ain't no way to go to heaven Buzzbomb cornered at the 7-11

Shit! Damned! Let go off me motherfucker I wanna live by my rules

Religious Vomit

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 all your 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

All religions make me wanna throw up All religions make me sick All religions make me wanna throw up All religions suck (x2) All religions make me wanna throw up All religions suck All religions make me BLEAH

They all claim that they have 'the Truth' They'll set you free Just give'em all your money and they'll set you free Free for a fee

They all 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

All religions make me wanna throw up All religions make me sick All religions make me wanna throw up All religions suck (x2) All religions make me wanna throw up All religions suck All religions make me BLEAH

They really make me sick (x6) They really make me ILL.

WWe are gathered here tonight, to pay tribute to our Lord, and money on to me. O Lord in heaven, let us pray. You TV viewers, give me your pay.

M - I - C… K - -E - Y… M - O - U - S - E.

One, two, three You call yourselves the Moral Majority We call ourselves 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 till we're lining your pockets God must be dead, if you're alive

Circus-tent con-men and Southern belle bunnies Milk your emotions and 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

You're planning for a war with or without Iran Building a police state with your 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 Schlafly Ram it up your cunt, Anita Cos God must be dead If you're alive God must be dead If your're alive.

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've 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…

I finally found a job in the paper Movin' barrels at a chemical plan There's shiney-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 (x2) At the grimy Kepone factory 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 cos I shake all the time

Cos of the Kepone poisoning - Minamata Kepone poisoning - Minamata At the grimy Kepone factory.

Hold it, it's to slow

Dog bite On my leg Not right Supposed to beg (x2)

Daily to the filling station Underwater navigation Oh, Oh, Oh… Oh, Oh, Oh…

Dog bite On my leg Not right Supposed to beg (x2) Oh, Oh, Oh… Oh, Oh, Oh…

Daily to the filling station Underwater navigation Oh, Oh, Oh… Oh, Oh, Oh…

Dog bite On my leg Not right Supposed to beg (x2)

Punk ain't no religious cult Punk means thinking for yourself You ain't hardcore cos you spike your hair When a jock still live inside your head

Nazi Punks, Nazi Punks, Nazi Punks Fuck Off! (x2)

If you've come to fight get outta here You ain't 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! (x2)

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 In a real fourth reich you'll be the first to go

Nazi Punks, Nazi Punks, Nazi Punks Fuck Off! (x2)

You'll be the first to go (x3) Unless you think…

Last call for alcohol, last call for free of speech. Drink up, happy hours now inforced by law. Don't forget our house special, it's call the chicky-diggy screwdriver…

I am emperor Ronald Reagan Born again with fascist craving Still, you made me President

Human rights will soon go 'way I am now your Shah today Now I command all of you Now you're gonna pray in school And I'll make sure they're christian too

California Über Alles (x2) Über Alles California (x2)

Ku Klux Klan will control you Still you think it's natural Nigger knockin' for the master race Still you wear a 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 (x2)

California Über Alles (x2) Über Alles California (x2)

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 (x2) And all the friends of President Reagan

California Über Alles (x2) Über Alles California (x2)

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

Got a head cold (x2) And it's three days old Goin' on forever Make you hazy (x2) 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 till you're slippin' away

It's getting all your friends Getting all deppressed You can't get it up For nothing that'll rock the boat

Flu

The government flu (x3)

Slip it abroad Keep a-slowin' down the U.S.S.R. But meanwhile We'll keep an eye on what it's doin' to you

Got a head cold (x2) And it's three days old Goin' on forever Make you hazy (x2) Drive you crazy For days and days and days and days and days (x3)

The government flu (x3) Flew Through You

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 in 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 walls 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

I'm a terminal, terminal, terminal preppie terminal, terminal, terminal preppie terminal, terminal, terminal, terminal (x2)

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 thanksgiving to host

I'm a terminal, terminal, terminal preppie terminal, terminal, terminal preppie (x2)

TV invents a disease You think you have So you buy our drugs And soon you depend on them

Pain 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 You're feelin' good till 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 cream 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 go see the psychiatrist Right when you hit your neuroses' roots He confuses you He fucks your head up worse Gotcha you felling 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 is 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

You're a well paid scientist You always talk in facts You know you're always right Cause you know how to prove it step by step

A Ph.D. to show you're smart With textbook formulas But you're used up Just like a factory hand

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, jocket for position Be polite In the pyramid you hate Sip that scotch Get that raise This ain't no party at all

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

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 Why don't you punch your boss AHHH Even you You just punch the clock Too scared to punch your boss When will you crack? When will you crack? When will you OPEN YOUR EYES? OPEN YOUR EYES? (x2)

Pull up 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

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

When will you crack? (x4)

The dark shattered underbelly Of the American dream Avoid it like the plague It stares you from your bathroom mirror Drown

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 Then save up for a move

Plow thru rest area San-O-Lets Splat! goes the lonely salesman Wanking in the men's room

Buzzbomb, buzzbomb, tape up load Blue piss clinging to my winshield 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 me sure looking bored Flashing sirens - state patrol

They're scratching my gorgeous paint job Shooting at my tires Ain't no way to go to heaven Buzzbomb cornered at the 7-11

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 to 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 alarm 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 (x3) From the fire(x2)

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 ever admit that

I can see your eyes I can see your brain Baby, nothing's changed (x2)

Because 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 (x2)

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 everyday Are you so afraid (x3)

After halloween (x3)

Because your roll is planned for you There's nothing you can do But stop and see 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 what do you know your pretty self-conscious too?

So you run back and stuff yourselves in rigid business costumes Only at night to score in your leather uniform exhumed

Why don't you take your social regulations And shove them up your ass (x3)

Roughin' it in the great outdoors Guidebooks tell us where to go Winnebago Warrior

Slow down traffic climbimb hills 30 gallons to the mile Honey, quick, the Polaroid

Winnebago Warrior Brave as old John Wayne Winnebago Warrior A true yankee pioneer

Stop at Stuckey's for a meal Blad all day on the C.B. Winnebago Warrior

Littered campground, folding chairs Feed Doritos to the bears Honey, quick, the Polaroid

Winnebago Warrior Brave as old John Wayne Winnebago Warrior A true yankee pioneer

Kill some fish down by the creek Hang their picture by the sink Show your grandson who's the boss

Tie your two tote-goat to the front U-Haul trailer full of souvenirs That you buy along the way

Winnebago Warrior Brave as old John Wayne Winnebago Warrior A true yankee pioneer Yankee pioneer

Rioting - the unbeatable high Adrenalin shoots your nerves to the sky Everyone knows 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 crowd Watch them kicking peoples' ass

But you get to the place Where the real slavedrivers live It's walled off by the riot squad Aiming guns right at your head So you turn right around And play right into their hands And set your own neighborhood Burning to the ground instead

Riot - the unbeatable high Riot - shoots your nerves to the sky Riot - playing right into their hands Tomorrow your 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 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

Riot - the unbeatable high Riot - shoots your nerves to the sky Riot - playing right into their hands Tomorrow your homeless Tonight it's a blast

Shit! 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 The 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 they please

Riot - the unbeatable high Riot - shoots your nerves to the sky Riot - playing right into their hands Tomorrow your homeless Tonight it's a blast (x2) Tomorrow your homeless Tonight it's a blast

You've been hanging 'round With an enemy of the state Come with me to the building That no-one stops to watch

C'mon bleed (x3) 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

C'mon bleed (x3) Bleed for me

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 Why yankee tax money in Fort Bragg The Peace Cops builds US labor camps When they think they're building schools 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 camera clicks And make big business happy

Anytime Anywhere Maybe you'll just disappear

C'mon bleed (x3) Bleed

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 recording 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

I am the owl I seek out the fool 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 it I can start a riot Transform you to an angry mob And 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 And turn you loose on the freeway

I am the owl I seek out the fool Wipe 'em away Keep America free For clean livin' folks like me

Send you spinning (x2) Send you spinning all over the freeway Spinning on the crowded freeway Spinning on the freeway (x7) Spin, spin (x2) Spin - lookout!

The press, they never even cared Why a younth leader walked into a speeding car In ten years or so we'll leak the truth But 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 But we still play our little games We still play our little (x2) We still play a lot of games

I am the owl (x2) I seek out the fool Wipe 'em away Keep America free (x3) For me

Once I had a close friend I knew him for quite a while He seemed alright to me We had this deal together Tookl 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 (x2)

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 then life And things are harder to bear And things are harder to bear

Oh well, things crumble to an end Hell, we all die in the end Die in the end (x3)

It's a dead end Dead end (x3)

Once I hade a lover I knew her for quite a while She seemed alright to me But then she was gone She took my lovin' and time Taking all that was mine And leaving me far behind (x2)

Oh well, things crumble to an end Hell, we all die in the end Die in the end (x5) It's a dead end Dead end (x4)

The crownded 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 gasmask on my head

On my beach at night Bathe in my moonlight

Another tanker's hit the rocks Abandoned to spill out it's 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 squash dead fish between my toes Try not to step on any toes 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 Electric Moonlight

There will always be a moon Over Marin.