Jello Biafra with D.O.A - Last Scream of The Missing Neighbors Virus 78 Alternative Tentacles 1989 Joe Kiethley- Guitars, Vocals Brian Goble- Bass, Vocals Jon Card- Drums, Vocals Chris Prohom- Guitars, Vocals Jello Biafra- Vocals That's Progress/Attack of the Peacekeepers/Wish I was in El Salvador/Power is Boring/Full Metal Jackoff That's Progress Give me an "M"-M! Give me an "A"-A! Give me a "U"-U! Give me an "L"-L! Give me your money - Sure! What's that spell?-Mall What's that spell?- Shopping Mall 'Scuse me Pardon my greed- You're evicted, time to leave Don't matter if your family's lived here 30 years We're tripling the rent Time's up, the sheriff's here Too bad for you if you freeze out in the street The croissant and cookie palace Downstairs will symbolize The old neighborhood whose soul has slowly died Been gentrified CHORUS That's progress That's progress Doesn't progress make you feel good inside? Cameras catch you runnin' red lights Schoolrooms with no windows Computer picks your carreer at age 15 Universal Price Code I.D.'s With the stripe the laser reads And records where you've been, when you're sick And what you eat For every spy in government There's 50 private eyes Who round up dirt on you to keep on file Then sell the file CHORUS Progress don't make me feel so good inside You can't live here We won't hire you We know all the nasty things you do Bought a dossier on your whole life Clear back to the pranks you did in school at age 5 There's millions on file at the touch of a button Your boss or your landlord will love our choice cuts of gossip If it's lies, what can you do? 'Cos it costs too much to sue The last person who'll ever see your file is you Had enough, I moved back home To the mountains where I belong But ski resorts have tamed the wild west The hills we used to roam Now they're privately owned And scarred with cheezy suburbs and cement The `Tracts For Sale' sign promises `Deer in your back yard' If the deer somehow get past the fences and guards And the industrial `park' CHORUS That's progress That's progress Looks like I'll have to move to Yellowknife Progress-bleah! Your idea of progress wrecks too many lives Attack of the Peacekeepers Army ads looked cool-I signed right up Besides, it was the only way could find a job "Great place to start" and see the world Womanize at discos And fake going nuts To scam infirmary drugs So send in the clowns The NATO circus is here to protect you Your choice must be ours Yankee corruption Or the big bad Soviet threat Don't you feel secure Sending our Top Guns guard your sky Flying their fighter planes upside down Stoned out of their minds For a real hot time How 'bout an air show crash? Or a G.I. riding a stolen tank Through downtown Manhattan And off the riverbank Where he drowns Fall in with the clowns Remember- NATO is here to protect you With nuclear bombs That come to visit And decided to stay CHORUS Attack! Attack! Of the peacekeepers Attack! The charge of the joke brigade In charge We can blow up the world More times than you We'll show 'em We'll show 'em With radioactive subs We'll show 'em We'll show 'em With missiles in your back yard Guarded By soldiers On acid during night watch And generals who care only For fat pensions and bribes If that don't scare the commies nothing will Cept maybe our Bradley tanks tripping over themselves Both powers have one goal in common to keep Germany divided Never strong enough to start another world war Occupied by the clowns Is it really you NATO is here to protect? With Berlin type walls When they came to visit We all decided to stay CHORUS Wish I was in El Salvador Used to be in a gang 'Till I beat a kid half dead In a video arcade Judge gave me a choice: Jail or the Marines Best time I ever had was being an MP Aw yeh I wish I was down in El Salvador Where I could jerk off with my gun And kill the poor More gang busts after I'm discharged Got on offer frome police Surprise! We'll wipe your record clean If you'll become one of us You've got just the skills we need For the government's official gang Robothug Riot Squad Already I want more Aw yeh, I wish I was down in El Salvador We're just countin' days 'Til we can do it up here Well, Officer Friendly- What does Elmer the Safety Elephoant Have to say about this...? Well, good buddy I''ll bet he says you can't do this ARGH! Or this ARGH! Or this ARGH! Or even this ARGH! "His toy gun looked real I had to defend myself..." I'm always lookin' for excuses To defend myself People are storming out into the streets People are poouring out into the streets They hate me, they hate me I just might have to defend myself NOW! It's party time... I look at you and smolder With my nightstick and my shield Little kids throw rocks at me Their moms call me a pig Commander says I gotta hold the line 'Til the TV cameras leave Then we'll fire away, make my day Just like good ol' Kent State Why wait! It'll be like I was down in El Salvador Gonna jerk off with my gun and kill the poor Be a big man with my gun And kill the poor Jerk off with my gun I think I'm gonna kum Then I'll kiss my gun good night And put her under my pillow Power Is Boring (Jello Biafra/J. Keithley) Believe me, if I were dicator You know what I'd do?!?!? Come to think of it, There's a problem there For aspiring tyrants like me and you... Ever wonder what it'd really be like To be your own dicator Might be its own kind of prison Of total fear Can't make love or go anywhere Without bodyguards in your hair Never know which trusted friend Has plans to blow you away 3,000 pairs of shoes No one to talk to 'Nuff guns to kill everyone you own The masses act so loyal Yet you can't sleep in the same place twice I wouldn't want to be a Noriega or Khadafi Would you? CHORUS Power is boring Power is boring Power is boring And ya know, I wonder how The downtown crowd can stand themselves Look sharp Play to win Through intimidation That person at the next desk Ain't your friend He's your competitor The only way to get promoted first Is to get HIM first Or else Hi ho whadya know They all got the same plan for you Where do these people go Between their daily meals of work Too burnt and stressed To even think of how to spend the money No one to show it to But people just like me-AGH! CHORUS Hot damn, we're the headliners at last Gonna show this scene a thing or two Play games and help our friends NOw the phone rings all the time It's all you fault "You've been crowned king Of what you used to warn us about" Why play that game at all? The ones who want the power THAT bad Are missing something in their lives Being scared of my friends In ajunta, scene or business world Is the most miserable existence I could think of on earth Full Metal Jackoff Around our nation's capital There's a freeway 8 lanes wide White concrete ringed around the city For those who want inside Get on get off Ignore everything to the sides In your midst I drive While homeboys in the back of the van make drugs Wanna hide something like a ccrack lab Just put it in plain sight Only stop to refuel and unload More poison to tear more lives apart Gang wars like never before Better lock your doors, buy some guns And pray (prey?) for martial law On the Washington D.C. Beltway Around and around I go In the black van with no windows And a chimney puffing smoke Bloody headlines in the news each day Drug "crisis" everywhere So much comes in so easy It's as though someone wants it there It would be a little obvious To fence off all the slums Hand out machine guns to the poor in the projects And watch 'em kill each other off A more subtle genocide is when The only hope for the young Is to join the Army and slowly die Wall Street or Crack Dealer Avenue The last roads left to the American Dream Wall Street or Crack Dealer Avenue Wall Street or Crack Dealer Avenue Only on road leads to this neighborhood Little kids wanna sell drugs when they grow up The folks might get just a little upset If they knew where that dope comes from Froom Columbia to the Contras To our Air Force bases, where we trade it for guns The moral equivilent of a serial killer And his CIA friends Call the shots from the White House But now that we own the media too Those stories just aren't run On the Washington D.C. Beltway, 'round and 'round I go In a black van with no windows, and a chimney puffing smoke Some gang that ran smack in Viet Nam Ain't got no reason to fear Just get a Vice President so dumb The crook at the top never gets impeached That sure was easy wasn't it? That sure was easy wasn't it? More crack-more panic-moe cops-more jails You see emergency-total war You see emergency-total war You see a black face-you see a crackhead You see a black face-you see a crackhead You see a black face-you see Willie Horton with a knife You see Willie Horton with a knife You see one Willie Horton you've seen them all They're everywhere, I know You asked for it, you've got it Drug suspects have no rights at all Property seized and sold before trial Labor camps-on American soil?!? Neo-Nazi bootboys That the cops never seem to arrest Prowl neighborhoods with baseball bats Why now? Why do they get so much press...? Mein Kampf-the mini series Ollie North-"patriotic" hero The leader for tomorrow is yours today Finally gotcha psyched for a police state On the Washington D.C. Beltway Around and around I go In a black van with no windows And a chimney puffing smoke My van's a mobile oven now That burns the bodies you never see Just like in Chile or Guatemala People just seem to disappear Just like Rome We fell asleep when we got spoiled Ignore human rights in the rest of the world Ya might just lose your own As the noose of narco-militarism Tightens 'round your necks We worry about burning flags And pee in jars at work To keep our jobs But if someone came for you one night And dragged you away do you really think your neighbors Would even care.... Ollie for president, he'll get things done!!! Ollie for president, he'll get things done!!! Ollie for president, he'll get things done!!!