_______________________________________________________________________________ _ _ _ _ ((___)) ((___)) [ x x ] cDc communications [ x x ] \ / presents... \ / (` ') (` ') (U) (U) [DK] Dead Kennedys [DK] GIVE ME CONVENIENCE OR GIVE ME DEATH Compliments of Suicidal Amoeba >>> A CULT Publication......1988 <<< -cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc-_______________________________________________________________________________ ---POLICE TRUCK---(W-Biafra/M-Biafra,Ray)Tonight's the night that we got the truckWe're goin downtown gonna beat up drunksYour turn to drive I'll bring the beerIt's the late late shift no one to fearAnd ride, ride how we rideWe ride, lowrideIt's roundup time where the good whores meetGonna drag one screaming off the streetAnd rider, rider how we rideGot a black uniform and a silver badgePlayin' cops for real/Playin' cops for payLet's ride, lowridePull down your dress here's a kick in the assLet's beat you blue 'til you shit in your pantsDon't move, child got a big black stickThere's six of us, babe so suck on my dickAnd ride, ride how we rideLet's ride, lowrideThe left newspapers might whine a bitBut the guys at the station they don't give a shitDispatch calls "Are you doing something wicked?"No Siree, Jack, We're Just givin' ticketsAs we ride, ride how we ride (3)let's ride, lowride ---TOO DRUNK TO FUCK---Went to a partyI danced all nightI drank 16 beersAnd I started up a fightBut now I'm jadedYou're out of luckI'm rolling down the stairsToo drunk to fuckToo drunk to fuckToo drunk to fuckToo drunk to fuckI'm too drunk, too drunk, Too drunk to fuckI like your storiesI love your gunShooting out truck tiresSounds like loads and loads of funBut in my roomWish you were deadYou ball like the babyIn eraserheadToo drunk to fuckToo drunk to fuckToo drunk to fuckIt's all I need right nowToo drunk to fuckToo drunk to fuckToo drunk to fuckToo drunk to fuckI'm sick soft gooey and coldToo drunk to fuckI'm about dropMy head's a messThe only salvation isI'll never see you againYou give me headIt makes it worseTake out your fuckin' retainerput it in your purseI'm Too drunk to fuckYou're Too drunk to fuckToo drunk to fuckIt's all I need right now Oh BabyI'm melting like an ice cream barOh BabyAnd now I got diarrheaToo drunk to fuckYeah, YeahYeah, YeahYeah, YeahOooohhh.......... ---CALIFORNIA UBER ALLES---(Biafra/John Greenway)I am governor Jerry BrownMy aura smilesAnd never frownsSoon I will be president.....Carter power will soon go awayI will be Fuhrer one dayI will command all of youYour kids will meditate in schoolCalifornia Uber AllesUber Alles CaliforniaZen Fascists will control you100% NaturalYou will job for the master raceAnd always wear the happy faceClose your eyes, can't happen hereBig Bro' on white horse is nearThe hippies won't come back you sayMellow out or you will payCalifornia Uber AllesUber Alles CaliforniaNow it is 1984Knock Knock at your front doorIt's the suede/denim secret policeThey have come for your uncool nieceCome quietly to the campYou'd look nice as a drawstring lampDon't you worry, it's only a showerFor your clothes here's a pretty flower....Die on organic poison gasSerpent's egg's already hatchedYou will crack, you little clownWhen you mess with president brownCalifornia Uber AllesUber Alles California ---THE MAN WITH THE DOG---(Biafra) I am noneBut I'm well knownFor I am the man with the dogsI stare at you shoppingWatch while you're walkingTwo dogs run around your toesYou turn aroundTwo eyes break you downNow, who does that guy think he's starin' atStop in your tracksYou're being laughed atYour armored ego is nudeAnd I do and I doCrack up 'cos I'm getting to youI see you I see youAnd you're pretty self-conscious tooDown to your churchI'm looking for victimsSpell of the man with the dogsI'll haunt youAnd follow you to workThat ghost is back againCreep into youI won't go awayYou're taking yourself too seriouslyI smile as you frownAnd turn to walk awayYour habits for all to seeI see a shrewI see youAnd the rodent things you doYou see you I see youAnd you're pretty self-conscious tooAnd I'm gonna crack your maskYeah and I'm gonna laughOpen wide....See you againYou'll see me tomorrowCurse of the man with the dogsYou may not like meYou won't forget meNot safe even in WalgreensThey've seen me ask your friends"Oh I know him"Seen but never heardBy your lotA stareIs worth a thousand biting phrasesSee how stupid you are?I dare you I dare youTo erase my lasser tattooYou see you you see youAnd you're pretty self-conscious tooAnd I'm gonna crack your maskYeah, and I'n gonna laughWhat's inside?Is it pubic hairIs it cobweb airI bet you just don't care...... ---INSIGHT---(Biafra)Who's that kid in the back of the roomWho's that kid in the back of the roomHe's setting all his papers on fireHe's setting all his papers on fireWhere did he get that crazy smileWhere did he get that crazy smileWe all think he's really weirdWe all think he's really weird We never talk to himHe never looks quite rightHe laughs at usWe just beat him upWhat he sees escapes our sightWe never see him with the girlsWe never see him with the girlsHe's talking to himself againHe's talking to himself againWhy doesn't he want tons of friendsWhy doesn't he want tons of friendsSays he's bored when we hang aroundSays he's bored when we hang aroundWe never talk to himHe never looks quite rightHe laughs at usWe just beat him upWhat he sees escapes our sightWe're all planning our careersWe're all planning our careersWe're all planning our careersHe says we're growing old..... ---LIFE SENTENCE---(Biafra)You used to be a partner in crimeNow you say you ain't got the timeGotta get serious, gotta planGotta pass those entrance examsOh My GodIt's Senior YearAll you care about is your careerIt's a life sentenceIt's a life sentenceIt's a life sentenceIt's a life sentenceYou're squelching your emotionsAll you talk about is old timesYou don't do what you want toBut you do the same thing everydayNo sense of humanBut such good mannersNow you're an adultYou're BoringIt's your life sentenceIt's your life sentenceIt's your life sentenceIt's your life sentenceThe walls are closing inYou stayed too long in schoolI'd rather stay a childAnd keep my self-respectIf being an adultMeans being like youAre you really you you youYou you you you you youAre you really you?NoYou're a chained-up dog fenced in a yardDon't see much, you can't go farPace & Froth, you're getting sickRun too fast it'll snap your neckYou say you'll break outBut you never doYou're just another ant in the hillThat's your life sentence -A CHILD AND HIS LAWNMOWER-(Biafra)Some clown in Sacrament was dragged into courtHe shot his lawnmowerIt disobeyed, it wouldn't startMight makes right, it's the American wayThey fined him $60 and sent him on his wayYou know; some people don't take no shitMaybe if they did they'd have half a brain left -HOLIDAY IN CAMBODIA-(w-Biafra/m-Biafra,Ray,Flouride,Slesinger)So you been to school for a year or twoAnd you know you've seen it allIn daddy's car thinkin' you'll go farBack east your type don't crawlPlay ethnicky jazz to parade your snazzOn your five grand stereoBraggin that you know how the niggers feel coldAnd the slums got so much soulIt's time to taste what you most fearRight Guard will not help you hereBrace yourself, my dearIt's a holiday in CambodiaIt's tough, kid, but it's lifeIt's a holiday in CambodiaDon't forget to pack a wife You're a star-belly sneech you suck like a leechYou want everyone to act like youKiss ass while you bitch so you can get richBut your boss gets richer off youWell you'll work harder with a gun in your backFor a bowl or rice a daySlave for soldiers til you starveThen your head is skewered on a stakeNow you can go where people are oneNow you can go where they get things doneWhat you need, my son..... Is a holiday in CambodiaWhere people dress in blackA holiday in CambodiaWhere you'll kiss ass or crack(Chant) Pol pot/pol pot/pol pot/pol etc.And It's a holiday in CambodiaWhere you'll do what you're toldA holiday in CambodiaWhere the slums got so much soul -NIGHT OF THE LIVING REDNECKS-Words & Music improvised by Biafra/Flouride/Slesinger while Ray was changing guitar strings. Recorded live by persons unknown at the earth tavern, Portland Oregon on November 19, 1979. -I FOUGHT THE LAW-(Sonny Curtis/New Lyrics Biafra)(Published by Acuff-Rose Opryland Music Inc.)Drinkin' beer in the hot sunI fought the law and I wonI needed sex and I got mineI fought the law and I wonThe law don't mean shit if you've got the right friendsThat's how this country's runTwinkies are the best friend I've every hadI fought the lawAnd I wonI blew George and Harvey's brains out with my six-gunI fought the law and I wonGonna write my book and make a millionI fought the law and I wonI'm the new folk hero of the Ku Klux KlanMy cop friends think that's fineYou can get away with murder if you've got a badgeI fought the lawAnd I wonI am the lawSo I won -SATURDAY NIGHT HOLOCAUST-(Words: Biafra; Music: Dead Kennedys)There's a prefab building and a funny smellAround the hill outside of townEvery now and then we wonderBut we shrug out shouldersAnd get back to workThere's a railroad there and trains go byAnd there's people locked in cattle carsAnd have you noticed the french fries at the A & WTaste a little strange?. . .I drive down to the discoPompadour and pink lameI bow and blow the doormanHe parts the chain, says "Join the game"A quick line in the girls' roomTo the bar for the electrodesA coin in the right slitsTape my temple, watch me go!Blacks are banned, 'cept on the recordsO' life's a cabaretLike Berlin, 1930All I crave is my escapeNow I want your perfect barbie-doll lipsAnd I want your perfect barbie-doll eyesSlip my fingers down your barbie-doll dressUp and down your spandex assIf I lit a match to youYou'd melt before my eyesC'mere my pretty glow-wormYou look so fine to dance with meThe fly-eye lights are throbbin'I'm burnin' up the floorWhirling twirlingClose my eyesNo faces judging meA Hitler youth in jogging suitSmiling face banded 'round his armSays, 'Line up, you've got work to do'We need dog food for the poorA scream bleats out, we're herded into linesCustomized vans wait outsideI'm getting scared of my new homeTo Auschwitz Condominiums we goOh NoNow I want your perfect barbie-doll lipsAnd I want your perfect barbie-doll eyesLet my fingers down you dressOne more time.... -PULL MY STRINGS-(Bra/Slesinger)I'm tired of self respectI can't afford a carI wanna be a toolDon't need no soulWanna make big moneyPlaying rock and rollI'll make my music boringI'll play my music slowI ain't no artist, I'm a businessmanNo ideas of my ownI won't offendOr rock the boatJust sex and drugsAnd rock and rollDrool, Drool, Drool, Drool, Drool, Drool...My Payola!Drool, Drool, Drool, Drool, Drool, Drool...My Payola!You'll pay ten bucks to see meOn a fifteen foot high stageFatass bouncers kick the shitOut of kids who try to dance If my friends sayI've lost my gutsI'll laugh and sayThat's rock and rollBut There's just one problem.....Is my cock big enoughIs my brain small enoughFor you to make me a starGive me a tootAnd I'll sell you my soulPull my strings and I'll go farAnd when I'm richAnd meet Bob HopeWe'll shoot some foolAnd shoot some dopeIs my cock big enoughIs my brain small enoughFor you to make me a starRepeat.... Etc... -SHORT SONGS-(6025)I like short songs(reapeat 13 times) -STRAIGHT A'S-(Words: Biafra; Music: 6025)Sixteen, on the honor rollI wish that I was DeadParents hate me, I got zitsAnd bruises 'round my headPressure's on to get good gradesSo I can be like themDo my homework all the timeI can't go out just thenPeople they ain't friends at allThey tease me and suck me dryYell at me when I fuck upAnd party while I cryI look so big on paperI feel so fucking smallWanna die and you don't careJust stride on down the hallSuicide SuicideRead the paper, wonder whyTurn the light out, then you cryIt's your fault, you made me dieTouch me won't you touch me nowSo frozen I can't loveWhen I was born my mama criedAnd picked me up with glovesGirls, they kick me in the eyeWant answers to the testsWhen they get them they drive offAnd leave me home to restHold my headMake me warmTell me I am lovedGive me hopeLet me cryMake me feelGive me touchThe window's broken bleeding screamingLying in the hallI'm gone no one remembers meA picture on the wall"He was such a bright boyThe future in his hands..."Or a spineless human pinballShot around by your demandsSuicide SuicideGoin' to sleep and when I dieYou'll look up and realizeThen look down and wipe your eyesAnd go back to your stupid livesAw Shit -KINKY SEX MAKE THE WORLD GO 'ROUND-(Words:Biafra;Music:Biafra/Flouride/Ray/Peligro)Greetings...This is the secretary of war at the state department of the UnitedStates....We have a problem, the companies want something done about thissluggish world economic situation....Profits have been running a little thinlately and we need to stimulate some growth....Now we know there's analarmingly high number of young people roaming around in your country withnothing to do but stir up trouble for the police and damage private property.It doesn't look like they'll ever get a job....It's about time we did somethingconstructive with these people....We've got thousands of 'em here too. They'recrawling all over....The companies think it's time we all sit down, have aserious get-together--START ANOTHER WAR......The president? He loves the idea! All those missiles streaming overhead to and fro....Napalm....People runningdown the road, skin on fire....The Soviets seem up for it....The Kremlin's beenitching for the real thing for years. Hell, Afghanistan's no fun....So whadyasay?.....We don't even have to win this war, we just want to cut down on someof this excess population.....Now look. Just start up a draft: draft as manyof those people as you can. We'll call up every last youngster we can get ourhands on, hand 'em some speed, give 'em an hour or two to learn how to use anautomatic rifle and send 'em on their way.....Libya??? El Salvador? How 'boutnorthern Ireland? Or a "moderately repressive regime" in South America?....We'll just cook up a good Soviet threat story in the Middle East--We need thatoil.... We had Libya all ready to go and Colonel Kjadafy's hit squad didn'teven show up, I tell ya....That man is UNRELIABLE. The Kremlin had theirfingers on the button just like we did for that one...Now just think for aminute--We can make this war so big--so big....The more people we kill in thiswar, the more the economy will prosper...We can get rid of practicallyeverybody on your dole queues if we plan this right. Take every loafer onwelfare right off our computer rolls....Now don't worry about thosedemonstrations--just PUMP UP YOUR DRUG SUPPLY. So many people have hookedthemselves on heroin and amphetamines since we took over, it's just likeVietnam. We had everybody so busy with LSD they never got too strong, keptthe war functioning just fine. It's easy, we've got our college kids sointerested in beer they don't even care if we start manufacturing germ bombsagain. Put a nuclear stockpile in their back yard, they would't even know whatit looked like.....So how 'bout it? Look--WAR IS MONEY. The armsmanufacturers tell me unless we get our bomb factories up to full productionthe whole economy is going to collapse....The Soviets are in the same boat. Weall agree the time has come for the BIG ONE, so whadya say?!?....That'sexcellent. We knew you'd agree....The companies will be very pleased. -THE PREY-You're from out of townI can tell that by your shoesFlew in for the conventionGetting tipsy in a barYou're leavin' pretty lateGotta get up in the morningThinking she's just too expensiveAnd you know you're...Probably....Right!There's no one on the streetsAnd you can't find your hotelYou walk a little faster--Someone's following youThe wallet-size bulgeIn your double-knit buttHas money for meAnd maybe credit cardsYou dart around the next cornerYou can't look aroundQuick now, fish for the keysFor the doorYou don't even know where you areYou walk a little fasterI walk a little fasterSensing that I sense youNow there's no escape I can almost taste your dandruffAs I reach for your face--And I strike -BUZZBOMB FROM PASADENA(Words: Biafra; Music: Ray & Biafra)Buzzbomb Buzzbomb macho-mobileThe road's my slave, that's how I feelI cruise alone, I cruise real farShoo young punk! I love my carCross Nevada at 110Highway 50 and there's nobody thereSign says, "Next sign 30 miles!"My pension comes--Each penny saved buys more escape from homeI'd rather carouse around all dayThan move into a homePlow through rest area san-o-letsSplat goes the lonely salesmanStill wanking in the men's room...Buzzbomb Buzzbomb tape up loudLawrence Welk cranked up to 10Faster Faster in my carBuzzbomb is my pride and joyKing of the trailer courtWaiting for a nice young manWho'll love me for my carWho tells me why I'm coolTell me just what I likeWhen I pretend he's hereShred through palm springs across the golf courseCops 'round here scratching their headsFlashing sirens, state patrol.....Uh OhThey're scuffing up the side of my carThey're shooting out my tiresThis ain't no way to go to heavenBuzzbomb cornered at the 7-11-------------------------------------------------------------------------------This shit is copyrighted 1979,1980,1981,1982,1986,1987 by Decay Music (BMI)=============================================================================== (c)1988 cDc communications by Suicidal Amoeba 1/0/88-34 All Rights Worth Shit
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