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Dead Kennedys

Plastic Surgery Disasters


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
Got a chest cold
And it's three days old
Goin' on forever
Make you hazy
Make you lazy
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
The government flu
The government flu

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
Got a chest cold
And it's three days old
Goin' on forever
Make you hazy
Make you lazy
Drive you crazy
For days and days and days and days and days
and days and days and days and days and days
and days and days and days and days and days
and years

The government flu
The government flu
The government flu
Flew
Through
You


Terminal Preppie

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
terminal, terminal, terminal, terminal

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
terminal, terminal, terminal preppie


Trust Your Mechanic

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


Well Paid Scientist

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?
OPEN YOUR EYES?

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?
When will you crack?
When will you crack?
When will you crack?

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


Buzzbomb

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


Forest Fire

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
run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run
run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run
From the fire


Halloween

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

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
After halloween

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
What will people say
Why not everyday
Are you so afraid
What will people say

After halloween
After halloween
After halloween

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
Why don't you take your social regulations
And shove them up your ass
Why don't you take your social regulations
AND SHOVE 'EM UP YOUR ASS


Winnebago Warrior

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


Riot

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

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
Tomorrow your homeless
Tonight it's a blast...


Bleed For Me

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
C'mon bleed
C'mon bleed
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
C'mon bleed
C'mon bleed
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
C'mon bleed
C'mon bleed
Bleed


I Am The Owl

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
Send you spinning
Send you spinning all over the freeway
Spinning on the crowded freeway
Spinning on the freeway
Spinning on the freeway
Spinning on the freeway
Spinning on the freeway
Spinning on the freeway
Spinning on the freeway
Spinning on the freeway
Spinning on the freeway
Spin, spin
Spin, spin
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
We still play our little
We still play our little
We still play a lot of games

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


Dead End

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
Die in the end

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
Die in the end
Die in the end

It's a dead end
Dead end
Dead end
Dead end

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
And leaving me far behind

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


Moon Over Marin

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.


Dead Kennedys.
Klaüs Flouride -- bass.
East Bay Ray -- guitar.
D.H. Peligro -- drums.
Jello Biafra -- vocals.

Dave Barrett, Geoffrey Lyall and Bruce Ackley -- saxophone and clarinet on 'Terminal Preppie'.
Ninotchka -- backing vocals on 'Winnebago Warrior' and 'Forest Fire'.

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