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Dead Kennedys
Bedtime For Democraty
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.
Rambozo, Rambozo, Rambozo the Clown.
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.
Rambozo, Rambozo, Rambozo the Clown.
Rambozo, Rambozo, Rambozo the Clown.
War is sexy.
War is fun.
Iron ego.
Red Dawn.
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.
Rambozo, Rambozo, Rambozo the Clown.
Rambozo, Rambozo, Rambozo the Clown.
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.
Conveyor belt of flashdunce,
Who all want to do the fleshdance.
Conveyor belt of flashdunce,
Who all want to do the fleshdance.
Conveyor belt of flashdunce,
Who all want to do the fleshdance.
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
Triumph of the swill
Triumph of the swill
Triumph of the swill
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
Triumph of the swill
Triumph of the swill
Triumph of the swill.
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
Macho Insecurity
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
Macho Insecurity
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
Macho Insecurity
Cos you can't stand your
Macho Insecurity
Macho Insecurity
Macho Insecurity
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
I spy for you and me
I spy for you and me
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
I spy for you and me
I spy for you and me
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
I spy for you and me
I spy for you and me, yeah right!
I spy
I spy
I spy
I spy.
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
In Eden
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
In Eden
In Eden
In Eden
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
"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!
Anarchy For Sale!
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!
Anarchy For Sale!
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!
Anarchy For Sale!
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.
So eager to please,
Peer pressure decrees.
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.
So eager to please,
Peer pressure decrees.
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.
So eager to please,
Peer pressure decrees.
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.
So eager to please,
Peer pressure decrees.
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?
Where do ya draw the line?
Where do ya draw the line?
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?
Where do ya draw the line?
Where do ya draw the line?
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
Where do ya draw the line?
I'm not telling you, I'm asking you
Where do you draw the line?
Draw the line. Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!
Draw the line. Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!
Draw the line. Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!
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.
D. M. S. O.
D. M. S. O.
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
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 ought be guilty! -- Lie detector
You're 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
You're guilty! -- Lie detector
You're guilty! -- Lie detector
Til you're proven innocent
You're guilty! -- Lie detector
You're guilty! -- Lie detector
You're guilty! -- Lie detector
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.
Dead Kennedys.
Klaüs Flouride -- bass.
East bay Ray -- guitar.
Ted -- drums.
Jello Biafra -- vocals.