I Kill Children Dead Kennedys

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

KILL THE POOR Dead Kennedys

at home... the sun beams down on a brand new day no more welfare tax 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

Night of the Living Rednecks Dead Kennedys

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

Rambozo the Clown Dead Kennedys

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

Chicken Farm Dead Kennedys

down To the chicken farm 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

WINNEBAGO WARRIOR Dead Kennedys

yankee pioneer Stop at Stuckey's for a meal Blab all day on the CB Winnebago Warrior Littered campgrounds, folding chairs Feed Doritos to the bears Honey, quick, the Polaroid (chorus) Kill

MORAL MAJORITY Dead Kennedys

You call yourself the Moral Majority We call ourself the people in the real world Trying to rub us out, but we're going to survive God must be dead if you're alive You say, 'God loves you.

DEAD END Dead Kennedys

Once I had a close friend I knew him for quite a while He seemed all right to me We had this deal together Tied up my money and time And then he went away Taking all that was mine (chorus)

Kinky Sex Makes the World Go 'Round Dead Kennedys

I tell ya... that man is unreliable. The Kremlin had their fingers on the button just like we did for that one... Now just think for a minute - we can make this war so big - so BIG...

Soup Is Good Food Dead Kennedys

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

I Spy Dead Kennedys

You look at me fromhe back of the room All I see is a bumbling buffoon Head down like you don't see much UNtil you move in to make your bust CHORUS I spy for you and me I spy for you and me

Short Songs Dead Kennedys

\" I like short songs I like short songs I like short songs I like short songs I like short songs I like short songs (I like short songs) I like short songs (I like short songs) I like

I Fought the Law Dead Kennedys

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

I Fought The Law Dead Kennedys

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

The Man with the Dogs Dead Kennedys

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

The Man With The Dogs Dead Kennedys

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

Forward to Death Dead Kennedys

Words and music by 6025 I don't need your way of life I can't stand your attitudes I can do without your strife I don't need this fucking world I don't need this fucking world This world brings

Take This Job And Shove It Dead Kennedys

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

Short Songs Dead Kennedys

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

Straight A's Dead Kennedys

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

Drug me Dead Kennedys

Words and Music by Biafra I don't want to think Don't make me care I wanna melt in with the group I need the balls To leap out of my shell And let go with my friends Can't come up with anything

MOON OVER MARIN Dead Kennedys

The crowded future stings my eyes I still find time to exercise In uniform with two white stripes Unlock my section of the sand It's fenced off to the waters edge I clamp a gas mask on my head

TERMINAL PREPPIE Dead Kennedys

I go to college That makes me so cool I live in a dorm And show off by the pool I join the right clubs Just to make an impression I block out thinking It won't get me ahead My ambition in life

Too Drunk to Fuck Dead Kennedys

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

The Prey Dead Kennedys

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

The Prey Dead Kennedys

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

I AM THE OWL Dead Kennedys

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

Saturday Night Holocaust Dead Kennedys

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 girls' room To the bar for the electrodes A coin into the

Buzzbomb From Pasadena Dead Kennedys

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

Buzzbomb From Pasadena Dead Kennedys

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

KEPONE FACTORY Dead Kennedys

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

Saturday Night Holocaust Dead Kennedys

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

Police Truck Dead Kennedys

No siree, Jack, we're just givin' tickets As we ride, ride, how we ride (3) Let's ride, lowride Too Drunk To Fuck Went to a party I danced all night I drank 16 beers And I started up a fight

Dear Abby Dead Kennedys

But we just can't afford to with the prices the way they are. so I bring home some choice cuts from my autopsy subjects. Just mix in the Tuna Helper...and ta-da!

California Uber Alles Dead Kennedys

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

Pull My Strings Dead Kennedys

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

At My Job Dead Kennedys

couldn't wait I headed straight for the Capitol Mall My heart began to pound Yahoo!

Pull My Strings Dead Kennedys

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

Where Do Ya Draw the Line Dead Kennedys

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

HALLOWEEN Dead Kennedys

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'll ever admit that I

Chemical Warfare Dead Kennedys

Words and Music by Biafra Down at the arsenal they keep the nerve gasses Guarded day and night by caged white rabbits Been sitting there for years I'm gonna have at it I cut through the fence,

HYPERACTIVE CHILD Dead Kennedys

I'm tired of kissin' ass I can't sit still all day You know I know your school's a lie That's why you dragged me here 'You're a hyperactve child You're disruptive, you're too wild We're going

A Growing Boy Needs His Lunch Dead Kennedys

statues of Elvis Presley 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

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

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

Gone with My Wind Dead Kennedys

If I die all of you should too."

Anarchy for Sale Dead Kennedys

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

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

anywhere This could be 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

FOREST FIRE Dead Kennedys

No junk food, just earthly goods I ate weird berries in the woods Now I'm seeing colors, I'm getting higher I think I'll start a forest fire There's a forest fire climbin' the hill Burnin' wealthy

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

Games 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

Chickenshit Conformist Dead Kennedys

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