`BEDTIME FOR DEMOCRACY`

`TAKE THIS JOB AND SHOVE IT`

Take this job and shove it
I ain't working here no more
My woman left and took all the reasons I was working for
you better not try to stand in my way
when I walk out the door
Take this job and shove it
I ain't working here no more

Take this job and shove it I ain't working here no more My woman left and took all the reasons I was working for you better not try to stand in my way when I walk out the door Take this job and shove it I ain't working here no more

I been working in this factory pretty close to 15 years I've some of my best friends women standing in a pool of tears I’ve seen a lot of kinfolks dying I had a lot of bills to pay Lord. I'd give the shirt right of my back If I had the nerves to say

The foreman is a regular S.O.B. The night boss he's a fool He got himself a brand new flattop haircut Lord, he really thinks that's cool One of these days I'm gonna blow my top And there's gonna be hell to pay I can't wait to see their faces when I get the nerve to say

Take this job and shove it I ain't working here ain't working here ain't working here no more

`HOP WITH THE JETSET`

words & music: Biafra

I say, come on!
To pleasure unknown
Where we fly to when we are all bored
C'mon for the ride
And hop with the jet set tonight

We'll sun ourselves red down in Montego Bay Hotel-hired guards keep the natives away

We wanna save the whales We'll go watch them feed, Buzz around them in boats 'Til they won't breed Just here for the ride Then we hop wit the jet set tonight

Check out them Indians' ancestral art Some of that would look cute up on our walls Yeah, suit it just fine When you hop with the jet set tonight

We'll hire out some poachers to go steel their dolls Who cares if they're sacred-they look awful cute

National Geographic found a stone age tribe Let's feed them their first hot dogs on film Won't that be a prize To show the jet set tonight

"Aren't they cute, aren't they pure..." Muse subscribers back home Next weekend the junta exterminates them

Back home by the sea at our outdoor cafe Our chameleon tongues catch the flies in the air.

`DEAR ABBY`

words & music: Biafra

Dear Abby,

  Got a problem. I'm a decent, underpaid, hardworking county coroner. It's

important that my family eat meat at least three times a week. But we just

can't afford to with the prices the way they are. so I bring home some

choice cuts from my autopsy subjects. Just mix in the Tuna Helper...and

ta-da!

  The whole family thinks my new meals are delicious. They ask me what's

my secret. Abby, I think they're getting suspicious. My smart-ass

8-year-old keeps asking, "Where's all the meat? The red dye #2 kind that's

kept in the fridge."

  If they find out the truth I don't think they'll understand. Abby, what

do I tell my family?

DEAR REAGANOMICS VICTIM: Consult your clergyman. Make sure the body's

blessed and everything should be just fine.

`RAMBOZO THE CLOWN`

words & music: Biafra

Got a deadly toy
To brainwash your boy

An egocentric muscle thug Kicks butt on screen like a brat outa hell Bullshitter in the Indochina shop Pull the string in his back, we win the war

That we never should have started at all

A cabbage patch terrorist to call our own Who rewrites history with a machine gun Don't think about it-KILL IT That's what we teach your child

RAMBOZO RAMBOZO RAMBOZO the Clown

To draft age kids It sure looks like fun... "Kill 'em all and let God sort 'em out."

Like video games-no mess Just fuel for a mass lapse of common sense You can be Don Quixote We'll dice you with our windmill blades

Brawn over brain Means a happy ending G.I. Joe in the cereal bowl Grey shrapnel-flavored chewing gum Mass murder ain't just painless Now we've made it cute

RAMBOZO RAMBOZO RAMBOZO the Clown

War is sexy War is fun Iron Ego Red Dawn

Be a wolverine. You'll rule the hills JUst get some guns and Cheerios Any kid can conquer Libya Just steal a fighter plane

Look who came home in a wheelchair V.A. Hospital, they don't care "We're the machine You're just a tool." Who fell for the myth of Rambozo the Clown.

`FLESHDUNCE`

words & music: Biafra

We're world industry's thoughtlords
The entertainment wing
We keep you all in line
By fixing your free will
Surround you with pop fantasies
Just slightly out of reach
To soften all the blows
Of your forced daily routine

We strip-mine your underground culture Take the bite out and rinse it clean Give ourselves credit for creating it Then sell it back to you At twice the price

Our pool of talent vampires Has blown into your town To dazzle, sign and milk you All strictly on our own terms

You think you've got a lot to say We'll change that real soon You're not a person anymore We've made you a cartoon

By the time we're through remolding you You won't even recognize your face There's no end to the eager beavers Drawn the moths to our Babylon's mirage

Conveyor belt of fleshdunce They all want to do the fleshdunce Conveyor belt of fleshdunce Who all want to do the fleshdance.

`THE GREAT WALL`

words & music: Biafra

Great Wall of China
It's so big it's seen from outer space
Put there to keep starving neighbors
Locked outside the gates

What's changed today? Empires hoard more than they need And peasant threaten our comfort

We'll build a Great Wall around our power Build a Great Wall around our pownr

Bankrupt L.A.'s streetcar line So people pay more to drive Plant strategic freeways To divide neighborhoods by color lines

We'd rather pay for riot squds Than pump your ghetto back to life We let your schools decay on purpose

To build a Great Wall around our power Another Great Wall around our power

Warlords in grey suits Take a different route to work each day Second-hand green berets For the companies' private armies. We'll take all your gold BUt won't teach reading or feed your poor The League of Gentleman Would rather feed guns to puppet dictators

There's too many people in your world And refugees are expensive When they trickled down onto our soil We hunt them and arrest them Classify them insane And put them back on the next plane To the waiting arms Of the same death squads they fled

We've built a Great Wall around our power Economic Great Wall around our power Worldwide Great Wall around our power

Give us your poor, Your tired and your weak We'll send 'em right back To their certain death.

`SHRINK`

words & music: Biafra

If only people could shrink
Our world wouldn't be so overcrowded
Bring ourselves down to size
There'd be so much more food to go 'round

Why don't we build a machine With all the know-how of the industries We put a man on the moon ON earth we'll need more room to breathe real soon Oh........

Drink your vaccine and let's shrink And bring your poodle so it doesn't eat us The roads will be so wide No traffic jams when we're half a foot tall

Bring what you need down here We'll shrink it all by microwave Don't wanna die like dinosaurs We'll have enough resources to go round Oh........

So now you've made the big shrink Meanwhile we'll keep acting big We well-bred beautiful people Who says we have to go too?

Cops and Mason businessmen Were exempted from the ovens As if you weren't already. the rest of you are all our termites now Oh........

`TRIUMPH OF THE SWILL`

words & music: Biafra

Life can only get better
All you need to do is fall in love
Everyone else has fun but you
Buy that fun you'll fit in too

Dance your problems away GOVERNMENT MUSIC Cheap escape to that mind-control beat GOVERNMENT MUSIC Mellow out-Life's too hard You don't even want to think

See the macho cock-rock metal heroes Vomit fire out of their big mouts Shake your fists obediently Make Leni Riefenstahl real proud

See the Aryan bozo with the red guitar Parachute on the White House lawn Gonna bomb the commies with his air guitar So dumb he can't drive 55

Like Bing Crosby before them GOVERNMENT MUSIC Too idiotic to be real GOVERNMENT MUSIC You want it loud? We'll make sure it goes nowhere So you won't get ideas

Triumph of the swill Triumph of the swill Triumph of the swill Triumph of the swill

Music is banned in Khomeini's Iran On the grounds that it stimulates the brain We've done him one better in the land of coke and honey Using music to people's brains to sleep

Ever wonder why commercial radio's so bad? It's cause someone upstairs wants it that way If the Doors or John Lennon were getting started now The industry wouldn't sign 'em in a million years

So what do we get GOVERNMENT MUSIC Christian censorship and taxed blank tapes Shoppers strung out on our false hopes Will flock to obey

Triumph of the swill Triumph of the swill Triumph of the swill

`MACHO INSECURITY`

words & music: Biafra

Name one thing on earth lower than a tough guy
Who talks with his fists instead of using his head
Who beats the shit out of anything it can't understand
Behind the muscle mask is a scared little boy

(chorus) Called macho insecurity Macho insecurity Macho insecurity 'Cause you can't stand yourself

Got a bitch with me? Why won't you say it to my face? It's so easy to mouth of to others But where's your proof? Maybe we can talk if you'd just drop your act Nothing's ever solved by making childish threats

(chorus)

Why do you want people to be so afraid of you? Why are you so scared of anything that's different? No one's ever there when you need friends You wonder why... It's 'cause you take yourself so seriously But being such a clown gives the rest of us the right to laugh At your macho insecurity 'Cause you can't stand yourself.

`I SPY`

words & music: DH Peligro

You look at me from the back of the room
All I see is a bumbling buffoon
Head down like you don't see much
Until you move in to make your bust

I spy for you and me I spy for you and me

Disguised like you're one of the scene Just stand alone with no real friends Scared people will find out who you are Alone in the world without your telephone beeper

I spy for you and me I spy for you and me

Curious folks ask questions of life But you can't answer cause your heart's like a knife Still you feel you sing the last song sung You're just a heartless piece of scum with a gun

I spy for you and me I spy for you and me I spy I spy I spy.

`CESSPOOL IN EDEN`

words: Biafra. music: dead kennedys

Poison is bubbling
Beneath your dreamhome
Buried there years before

Kid runs in crying From playing in the garden "Mommy, I burned my hands!"

"What's making our eyes so itchy?" "Don't rub 'em-they'll swell up."

Oh...Oh Oh Oh It's the big waste dump

Oh, yeah We built your ticky-tacky houses On landfill soil To cover up a gift We left you years before

Of toxic chemicals And leaking gas Just dig a little while, You'll find our acid baths

Cesspools In Eden Oozing away...

Groundwater's poisoned Air stings like hell The lines for doctors growing long

Over martinis The company laughs "We don't owe you one damn thinging."

But what about all these fainting spells? How'd you like a lick From my open sores?

And oh....oh oh oh- Why are our babies stillborn?

A storage tank's leaking It's about to explode Why evacuate When you can watch the fun

Nothing happens here Get out the lawn chairs We'll drink pink lemonade And watch Martinez burn

Cesspools In Eden Oozing away Cesspools in Eden Leak by the day

The land we sold you Is right atop our acid pits We fill them by the truckload In the dead of night

There's thousands more toxic Tips of the iceberg We pay a little bribe Or we just don't report them

And see what you get- Cesspools In Eden In Eden No accident- Just a little of our greed-fueled negligence

So you've found the proof why Your cancer rate's shot up But whatcha gonna do When we've got all the cards

Times Beach, Rocky Flats, Love Canal and Bhopal Merry Christmas, hostages From the folks who care

Cesspools in Eden Oozing away Cesspools in Eden Leak by the day Cesspools in Eden Have a nice day.

`ONE-WAY TICKET TO PLUTO`

words & music: Biafra

Countdown!
Get ready for the     blast off!
And don't forget the       hype!
We're going into space.

Distinguihed scientists A pesky senator And monkey turds leaking from the lab All brought to us play-by-play by Howard cosell

You're going where no man has gone before Because we owe you some favors And besides you're bright A little too bright

Step one: nator, your vomit, It's time to analyze it For the folks back home

Open the hatch, launch the war satellite That the commies aren't supposed to know about Our real challenge is to keep it a secret From the press back home

You're going where no man has gone before Don't ask us where that is-we have no idea

You're chosen for this great mission Because you're hearty and strong and make a lot of fuss Especially around us We like you better when you're far away

Have you noticed? You're gong the wrong direction. We have. But that's your problem. We planned it that way We had to dispose of all of you so We can spoil the final frontier How dare you question our Star Wars plans For the farce that they are?

You're going where no man has gone before For rocking the boat In our temple of doom

You're on a one-way ticket to Pluto We wash our hands Of you and your lost Ark Don't forget to write... NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO.

`DO THE SLAG`

words & music: East Bay Ray

Have you heard about the latest craze
That's sweepin' across the nation
All the punks from coast to coast
Have discovered an old invention:

"Your hair's too long Man, you're a queer You're too new wave Put down that beer..."

and

Do the Slag...look at 'em run Do the Slaghey you scum Do the Slag-Ain't it fun Do the Slag-Let's all be dumb

Badmouth people we don't know Make sure it's behind their backs Don't let new people in our scene It's more fun than having a friend

We'll slag everyone each and every night So we can pretend that we're all right Make those pricks feel just so small We'll show the world that we're three feet tall

Slander their integrity Doubt their humanity Talk about their haircuts Are their politics correct?

Do the Slag

Don't let those sissies on the floor They're unhip, man, they bought the wrong clothes Let's all do the latest craze 'Cause having allies never pays

We'll slag everyone each and every night So we can pretend that we're all right Make those pricks feel just so small We'll show the world that we're three feet tall.

`A COMMERCIAL`

words & music: Biafra

Have we got a telethon for you coming soon on MTV! A rockin' bankroll extravaganza featuring all your vigilante rock stars! Sammy Hagar...Sylvester Stallone...Clint Eastwood. It's so important we've even exhumed the bodies of Lynyrd Skynyrd! This ain't no sissy concert to raise food for the needy; this concerts whipped up the American way to raise money for guns for the greedy! So stay tuned and dig in those heels for...USA FOR SOUTH AFRICA!

It's USA for South Africa 'cause those poor, sex-starved riot battalions need more machine guns, more tear gas, more nerve gas, more electric fences for those prison camps they call "homelands." And who's going to give it to them? WE ARE! Every one of us! Everytime we go to the bank. Everytime we buy food at Theftway. Or those fancy chrome wheels for your hotcar. It's USA FOR SOUTH AFRICA!

Don't delay! Apartheid is a BIG business! What would these American ladies do without those diamonds? You heard the White House...DON'T MISS IT! Have you're rich parents' money ready, world hunger's gone forever once your check's in the mail when MTV and the rock and racism connection bring you live, from Sun City, USA FOR SOUTH AFRICA!

`GONE WITH MY WIND`

words & music: Biafra

Wake up! Get down here quick!
The president's had too much to drink
His days of power are about gone
He's been talking to paintings in the hall

He says, "I'm finished, so what the hell? My life is ruined, what matters now? I've always itched for that last great thrill... If I die all of you should too."

(chorus) Gone with my wind Out with a bang I'm gonna end it all right now Gone with my wind Out with a bang You're coming with me, oh wow

My bombs will rain down on D.C. We'll nuke our enemies while they're asleep We'll be safe in the ground below And laugh and drink till the cows come home

So c'mon John, whadya say? It's been dancing in my head for years What'll happen if I push this button... Let's start World War III for fun

(chorus)

Mr. President, just sit down We should talk a little while, I'll pour another round What about your memoirs' TV rights? Sit tight--and watch the fire...

Let go of me. Do you think I'm mad? To tell the truth, sir, I'd rather not say

Just keep your paws inside your pockets And planet earth will be OK.

But you reached for the button anyhow I had no choice but to knock you out That's just last night's bump on your head On to the next crisis, it's another day

(chorus)

`ANARCHY FOR SALE`

words & music: Biafra

Step right up folks

Anarchy for sale! T-shirts only 10 dollars Badges only 3.50 I nicked the design, never asked the band I never listen to them either

Buy buy buy from Circle A Like hula hoops, it's a disposable craze Another fast-food fad to throw away Get your anarchy for sale Anarchy for Sale Anarchy for Sale

Sheep unite! Get your cuddly boots and studs Be sure to rebel in proper style Rebel along the paths we pick Out of fear of peer pressure we create

Hey you!- Get those flyers off my wall No commie peace shit in my boutique No one here cares what that all means Our anarchy is for sale Anarchy for Sale Anarchy for Sale

Our town sucks Our scene rules To belong you must buy into it So we sold you metal spike bracelets....

C'mon let's see a good fight

That's Anarchy for Sale Anarchy for Sale Anarchy for Sale

`CHICKENSHIT CONFORMIST`

words & music: Biafra

Punk's not dead
It just deserves to die
When it becomes another stale cartoon
A close-minded, self-centered social club
Ideas don't matter, it's who you know

If the music's gotten boring It's because of the people Who want everyone to sound the same

Who drive bright people out Of our so-called scene 'Til all that's left Is just a meaningless fad

Hardcore formulas are dogshit Change and caring are what's real Is this a state of mind Or just another label

The joy and hope of an alternative Have become its own cliche A hairstyle's not a lifestyle Imagine Sid Vicious at 35

Who needs a scene Scared to love and to feel Judging everythng By loud fast rules appeal

Who played last night? "I don't know, I forgot. But diving off the stage Was a lot of fun."

So eager to please Peer pressure decrees So eager to please Peer pressure decrees Make the same old mistakes Again and again Chickenshit conformist Like your parents

What's ripped us apart even more than drugs Are the thieves and the goddamn liars Flipping people off when they share their stuff When someone falls are there any friends?

Harder core than thou for a year or two Then it's time to get a real job Others stay home, it's no fun to go out When the gigs are wrecked by gangs and thugs

When the thugs form bands, look who gets record deals From New York metal labels looking to scam Who sign the most racist queerbashing bands they can find To make a buck revving kids up for war

Walk tall, act small Only as tough as gang approval Unity is bullshit When it's under someone's fat boot

Where's the common cause Too many factions Safely sulk in their shells Agree with us on everything Or we won't help with anythng That kind of attitude Just makes a split grow wider

Guess who's laughing while the world explodes When we're all crybabies Who fight best among ouselves

So eager to please Peer pressure decrees So eager to please Peer pressure decrees Make the same old mistakes Again and again Chickenshit conformist Like your parents

That farty old rock and roll attitude's back "It's competition, man, we wanna break big." Who needs friends when the money's good That's right, the '70s are back.

Cock-rock metal's like a bad laxative It just don't move me, ya know? The music's OK when there's more ideas than solos Do we rally need the attitude too?

Shedding thin skin too quickly As a fan it disappoints me Same old stupid sexist lyrics Or is Satan all you can think of?

Crossover is just another word For lack of ideas Maybe what we need Are more trolls under the bridge Wil the metalheads finally learn something- Or will the punks throw away their education?

No one's ever the best Once they believe their own press "Maturing" don't mean rehashing Mistakes of the past

So eager to please Peer pressure decrees So eager to please Peer pressure decrees Make the same old mistakes Again and again Chickenshit conformist Like your parents

The more things change The more they stay the same We can't grow When we won't criticize ourselves The '60s weren't all failure It's the '70s that stunk As the clock ticks we dig the same hole

Music scenes ain't real life They won't get rid of the bomb Won't eliminate rape Or bring down the banks Any kind of real change Takes more time and work Than changing channels on a TV set So eager to please Peer pressure decrees So eager to please Peer pressure decrees Make the same old mistakes Again and again

Chickenshit conformist Like your parents

`WHERE DO YA DRAW THE LINE`

words & music: Biafra

Seems like the more I think I know
The more I find I don't
Every answer opens up so many questions

Anarchy sounds good to me Then someone asks, "Who'd fix the sewers?" "Would the rednecks just play king Of the neighborhood?"

How many liberators Really want to be dictators Every theory has its holes When real life steps in

So how do we feed And make room for All the people crowded on our earth And transfer all that wealth From the rich to those who need it

Where Do Ya Draw the Line Where Do Ya Draw the Line I'm not telling you I'm asking you

Ever notice hard line radicals Can go on start trips too Where no one's pure and right Except themselves

"I'm cleansed of the system." ('Cept when my amp needs electric power) Or-"The Party Line says no. Feminists can't wear fishnets."

You wanna help stop war? Well, we reject your application You crack too many jokes And you eat meat

What better way to turn people off Than to twist ideas for change Into one more church That forgets we're all human beings Where do ya draw the line?

In Toronto someone blew up A cruise missile warhead plant 10 slightly hurt, 4 million dollars damage

Why not destroy private property When it's used against you and me Is that violence Or self-defence You tell me

Where Do Ya Draw the Line I'm not telling you, I'm asking you Where Do Ya Draw the Line I'm not telling you, I'm asking you Where Do Ya Draw the Line?