Tonight’s the night that we got the truck
We’re goin’ 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
We ride, lowride
It’s roundup time where the good whores meet
Gonna drag one screaming off the street
And ride, ride how we ride
Got a black uniform and a silver badge
Playin’ cops for real/playin’ 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
Let’s 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 doin’ something wicked?”
“No siree, Jack, we’re just givin’ tickets”
As we ride, ride, how we ride
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
But now I am jaded
You’re out of luck
I’m rolling down the stairs
Too drunk to fuck
Too drunk to fuck
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 truck tires
Sounds like loads and loads of fun
But in my room
Wish you were dead
You ball like the baby
In Eraserhead
Too drunk to fuck
Too drunk to fuck
Too drunk, to fuck
It’s all I need right now
Too drunk to fuck
Too drunk to fuck
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
The only salvation is
I’ll never see you again
You give me head
It makes it worse
Take out your fuckin’ retainer
Put it in your purse
I’m too drunk to fuck
You’re to 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
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Oooohhh…
California Über Alles
I am Governor Jerry Brown
My aura smiles
And never frowns
Soon I will be president
Carter power will soon go away
I will be Fuhrer one day
I will command all of you
Your kids will meditate in school
California Über Alles
Über Alles California
Zen fascists will control you
100% natural
You will jog for the master race
And always wear the happy face
Close your eyes, can’t happen here
Big Bro’ on white horse is near
The hippies won’t come back you say
Mellow out or you will pay
California Über Alles
Über Alles California
Now it is 1984
Knock knock at your front door
It’s the suede/denim secret police
They have come for your uncool neice
Come quitely to the camp
You’d look nice as a drawstring lamp
Don’t you worry, it’s only a shower
For your clothes here’s a pretty flower
Die on organic poison gas
Serpent’s egg’s already hatched
You will crack, you little clown
When you mess with President Brown
California Über Alles
Über Alles California
The Man with the Dogs
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 does that guy think he’s starin’ at?”
Stop in your tracks
You’re being laughed at
You armored ego is nude
And I do and I do
Crack up ‘cos 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 bet you just don’t care…
In-Sight
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
Chorus
We never talk to him
He never looks quite right
He laughs at us
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
Chorus
We’re all planning our careers
We’re all planning our careers
We’re all planning our careers
He says we’re growing old…
Life Sentence
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 senior year
All you care about is your career
Chorus
It’s a Life Sentence
It’s a Life Sentence
It’s a Life Sentence
It’s a 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
Chorus
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
That’s your Life Sentence
A Child and His Lawnmower
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
Holiday in Cambodia
So you been to school for a year or two
And you know you’ve seen it all
In daddy’s car thinkin’ you’ll go far
Back east your type don’t crawl
Play ethnicky jazz to parade your snazz
On your five grand stereo
Braggin 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
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
Your a star-belly sneech 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 on 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
Then your head 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…
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 etc.
And 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
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