Dead Kennedys

Tonight's the night that we got the truck
We're going 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 roundup time where the good whores
We're gonna drag one screaming off the street
And ride
Ride, how ride ride

Got a black uniform and a silver badge
Playing cops for real, playing cops for pay
Let's ride
Lowride

Pull down your dress, here's a kick in the ass
Let's beat you blue 'til 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
And ride
Lowride

The left newspapers might whine a bit
But the guys at the station, they don't give a shit
Dispatch calls, "Are you doing something wicked?"
No siree, Jack, we're just giving tickets

Let's ride
Ride, how we ride
And ride
Ride, how we ride

And 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

I'm too drunk to fuck
I'm too drunk to fuck
Too drunk to fuck
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 bawl like the baby in Eraserhead

I'm too drunk to fuck
I'm too drunk to fuck
Too drunk to fuck
It's all I need right now, too drunk to fuck

I'm too drunk to fuck
I'm too drunk to fuck
Too drunk to fuck
I'm sick, soft, gooey and cold, too drunk to fuck

I'm about to drop, my head's a mess
My only salvation is I'll never see you again
You give me head, it makes it worse
Take out your fucking 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

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
The dogs run around your toes

You turn around, two eyes break you down
Now who does that guy think he's staring at?
Stop in your tracks, you're being laughed at
Your armored ego is nude

And I do and I do
Crack up 'cause 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, 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'll bet you just don't care

Who's that kid in the back of the room?
Who's that kid in the back of the room?
He's setting all his papers on fire
He's setting all his papers on fire

Where did he get that crazy smile?
Where did he get that crazy smile?
We all think he's really weird
We all think he's really weird

We never talk to him
He never looks quite right
He laughs at us so we just beat him up
What he sees escapes our sight

We never see him with the girls
We never see him with the girls
He's talking to himself again
He's talking to himself again

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

We never talk to him
He never looks quite right
He laughs at us so we just beat him up
What he sees escapes our sight

We're all planning our careers
We're all planning our careers
We're all planning our careers
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
Life sentence
Life sentence

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
Life sentence
Life sentence

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 and it'll snap your neck

You say you'll break out
But you never do
You're just another ant in the hill

It's your life sentence
Life sentence
Life sentence
Life sentence

Life sentence
Life sentence
Life sentence

Some clown in Sacramento was dragged into court
He shot his lawnmower, it disobeyed, it wouldn't start
Might makes right, it's the American way
They fined him $60 and sent 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 thinking you'll go far
Back east your type don't crawl

Play ethnicky jazz to parade your snazz
On your five-grand stereo
Bragging that you know how the niggers feel cold
And the slums 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 sneetch, 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 'til you starve
And 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
Pol Pot, Pol Pot

Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot
Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot
Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot
Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot

It's a holiday in Cambodia
Where you'll do what you're told
A holiday in Cambodia
Where the slums got so much soul

Pol Pot!

Drinking beer in the hot sun
I fought the law and I won, I fought the law and I won
I needed sex and I got mine
I fought the law and I won, I fought the law and I won

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, I fought the law and I won

I blew George and Harvey's brains out with my six-gun
I fought the law and I won, I fought the law and I won
Gonna write my book and make a million
I fought the law and I won, I fought the law and I won

I'm the new folk hero of the Ku Klux Klan
My cop friends think that's fine
You can get away with murder if you've got a badge
I fought the law and I won, I fought the law and I won

I fought the law and I won
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 girls room
To the bar for the electrodes
A coin into the right slit
Tape my temple, watch me go

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

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

If I lit a match for you
You'd melt before my eyes
Come here, my pretty glow worm
You look so fine so dance with me

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

But 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 band '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

Now I want your perfect Barbie-doll lips
And I want your perfect Barbie-doll eyes
Let my fingers down your dress
One more time

I'm tired of self-respect, I can't afford a car
I want to be a prefab superstar
I want to be a tool, don't need no soul
Want to 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

Drool, drool, drool, drool, drool, drool
My Payola!
Drool, drool, drool, drool, drool, drool
My Payola!

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!

"Rick Wakeman, eat your heart out. Here we go!"

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 short songs
(I like short songs)
I like short songs
(I like short songs)
I like short songs!

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 your 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 for your face
And I strike

Ray's guitar broke. No, we won't play Rawhide, won't play anything. We'll play the theme from the Dinah Shore show. Who wants to be Dinah Shore? Who's alter-ego is Dinah Shore? Oh, his fists didn't go up so quickly this time. Yawn...yawn..yawn. Put those headphones on, it's be-bop time.

I want to tell you a story about the last time I was in Portland. The night before we played at the Long Goodbye. I was walking on the street about 10:30 at night. A lot of people go to bed around here at 10:30 at night. And well, I was walking along when suddenly these jocks in this bright blue pickup drove up. It had KC lights, tractor tires, everything but the CB. It was a life-size Hot Wheels car for some dumb rich kid, right. Well, they drove up to me and they yelled what dumb rich kids usually yell, "Hey, faggot," and showered me with some water.

So, I stood there thinking, what a bunch of fuckheads and picked up a rock. Now, I waited, walked down about a block to where the Kentucky Fried Chicken is, on Burnside, and sure enough they drove around again. They said, "Hey, faggot, where's the nearest McDonald's?" I said, "I don't know" and they squirted me again. So I threw the rock and put a nice-size dent in their giant Hot Wheels car.

They screached to a halt in the parking lot of some department store, who's name I don't remember, it's up the street from Fred Meyer, and they got out their clubs and they ran after me, yelling, "We're gonna kill you, you god damn faggot, we're gonna kill you, you motherfucker." So I got in a phonebooth by the Kentucky Fried Chicken on Burnside, held my legs straight out like this so they couldn't open the door to the phonebooth.

So they began charging the phonebooth, beating on it with their club, yelling, "We're gonna kill you, you motherfucker, we're gonna kill you, you god damn faggot." I just looked at them. So, there was a crowd gathering by this time and these kids were standing nearby and they said, "Oh, look at him, he's insane." I thought, ah-hah, here's my way out. I yelled at them, "Take me to a mental hospital right away. I wanna be be put away. Please put me away, c'mon, call the cops and put me away. Please put me away now." They said, "Alright, faggot, we're calling the police."

So they called the police. The cop comes out and I go, ah, my savior, I'm away from these jocks. He opens up the door, "Get out of there, you," throws me up against the car, frisks me, shoves me in the back. Then he goes over to the jocks, "Now what happened here? It looks like we're going have to take him to jail but we got to have the full story first" So the jocks, who had an ace in the hole, ace in the hole [Take down on the bass, a little bit down on the bass. Yeah], ace in the hole, and they go, "Well, goddammit, the motherfucker put a dent in my truck, a $5000 truck, right, so I got my club, I went out and I wanted to kill him.

I want to kill him. Let me kill him, goddammit. Let me kill him." So the cop made them go home, and he drove me home, and he confiscated their club and my rock as further evidence. And I thought, so this is Oregon, huh? Tolerent Oregon?

Ray, are you done with your guitar yet? He isn't done yet. So what else do you want to hear, I'm out of stories. That's a true story, too. Just ask Bruce Loose.

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 a 110
Highway 50 and there's nobody there
Sign says, 'Next sign 30 miles!'…

My pension comes?
Each penny saved buys more escape from home
I'd rather carouse 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

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

Nazi punks, Nazi punks
Nazi punks fuck off!
Nazi punks, Nazi punks
Nazi punks fuck off!

If you've come to fight, get outta here
You ain't no better than the bouncers
We ain't trying to be police
When you ape the cops it ain't anarchy

Nazi punks, Nazi punks
Nazi punks fuck off!
Nazi punks, Nazi punks
Nazi punks fuck off!

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!
Nazi punks, Nazi punks
Nazi punks fuck off!

You'll be the first to go
You'll be the first to go
You'll be the first to go
Unless you think

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, but 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 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 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 sparkly of champagne, the crime rate's gone, feel free again
Oh 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

Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill the poor
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill the poor
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill the poor tonight

Behold the sparkly of champagne, the crime rate's gone, feel free again
Oh 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

Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill the poor
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill the poor
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill the poor tonight

Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill the poor
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill the poor
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill the poor tonight