I will not get all the pieces
I’ve been working for
Paper cups, minimum wage
Just walk on 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
I will not get all the pieces
I’ve been working for
Paper cups, minimum wage
Just walk on out the door
Take this job and shove it
I ain’t working here no more
They’ll have you in this factory
From now on for fifty years
All this time I see my woman
Drowning in her tears
I see a lot of people who
Got to have a piece of me
I’d give the shirt right off my back
If I had the nerve to say
Take this job and shove it
I ain’t working here no more
I will not get all the pieces
I’ve been working for
Paper cups, minimum wage
Just walk on out the door
Take this job and shove it
I ain’t working here no more
Let’s all go use our sick leave up
And then we’ll shoot some pool
Got brand new skinhead hair cuts
You think he’s a fool
One of these days I’ll blow my top
Or somebody’s gonna pay
I’d hate to see the process
As you enter the factory and say
Take this job and shove it
I ain’t working here no more
I won’t let that shit bother me
That I’ve been working for
Paper cups, minimum wage
Just walk on 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, ain’t working here, ain’t working here no more
DEAR REAGANOMICS VICTIM: Consult your clergyman. Make sure the body's blessed and everything should be just fine.
CHORUS:
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
CHORUS
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
CHORUS:
Music is banned in Khomeini's Iran
CHORUS
CHORUS:
'Cause you can't stand yourself
CHORUS
Why do you want people to be so afraid of you?
You look at me fromhe back of the room
CHORUS:
Disguised like you're one of the scene
CHORUS
Curious folks ask questions of life
CHORUS
Poison is bubbling
Cesspools In Eden
Groundwater's poisoned
Cesspools In Eden
The land we sold you
Cesspools in Eden
Have you heard about the latest craze
CHORUS:
Badmouth people we don't know
CHORUS
Don't let those sissies on the floor
CHORUS
CHORUS:
You're coming with me, oh wow
CHORUS
Mr. President, just sit down
CHORUS
CHORUS:
Sheep unite!
CHORUS
Our town sucks
CHORUS
CHORUS:
Make the same old mistakes
CHORUS
That farty old rock and roll attitude's back
CHORUS
The more things change
CHORUS
CHORUS:
I'm not telling you I'm asking you
CHORUS
Hey! Yo!
D. M. S. O.
We have reviewed your yellow form
CHORUS:
These days
CHORUS
Guilty-'til proven innocent
Fleshdunce
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
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 power
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
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
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
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
Macho Insecurity
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
Called macho insecurity
Macho insecurity
Macho insecurity
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
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
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
Just stand alone with no real friends
Scared people will find out who you are
Alone in the world without your telephone beeper
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
Cesspools in Eden
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
Oozing away...
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
Oozing away
Cesspools in Eden
Leak by the day
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
Oozing away
Cesspools in Eden
Leak by the day
Cesspools in Eden
Have a nice day
One-Way Ticket to Pluto
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
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..."
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
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?
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
Gone with My Wind
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."
Gone with my wind
Out with a bang
I'm gonna end it all right now
Gone with my wind
Out with a bang
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
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
A Commercial
Anarchy for Sale
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
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 scene rules
To belong you must buy into it
So we sold you metal spike bracelets....
C'mon let's see a good fight
Chickenshit Conformist
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
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
"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
Will 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
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
Where Do Ya Draw the Line
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
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
Potshot Heard Round the World
(Jello Biafra/East Bay Ray)
We're the United States Marines
We know you've all been killing each other
For at least two thousand years
But we're here now
To protect the family
Of Christian heroin warlords
Most friendly to the West
So you knock off this fighting
Or we'll tell Mom
Ever notice news
Is taged like TV wrestling shows
With Reagans and Khaddafis cast
As cartoon villains and heroes
Or those wildlife "documentaries"
Where a lion from a zoo
Kills a deer tied down ahead of time
At the perfect camera angle
When lemmings balk at dying for Disney
They're just hurled off the cliff...
We are gathered here today
To take photos of the President
Pretending to mourn these brave young me
Who came home from Beirut
Gift-wrapped in body bags-
A truck bomb blew them to bits
We knew they were sitting ducks
We sacrificed 'em, Aztec style
So we could use their dead meat
To cook up war fever back home
So make sure you take lots of pictures
And slant your news our way
Just like in Wild Kingdom
We first tied down the prey
We want people boiling for revenge
In their living rooms
So we can go play shoot-em-up
Anywhere we choose
And our backers can cash in
Without the public asking questions
D.M.S.O.
(Jello Biafra/Dead Kennedys)
Crypto Wonder Drug
In vogue
Some people say
It cures arthritis
Maybe that's why
It keeps getting banned
It's absorbed
Directly through the skin
Mix it with lemon juice
Touch your fingertips
You'll taste the lemon
The police
Started a riot
Down at the courthouse
Again
Running amok
Spilling blood
Bashing heads
I do my part
Behind the lines
Swabbing door handles of cop cars
With D.M.S.O.
Mixed with L.S.D.....
Lie Detector
Congratulations! we find you qualified
You have just the right capacity
For putting up with our nonsense
There's just one thing you've got to prove
We know how you must be dishonest and lazy
If you're so desperate
You actually want to work at this place
You must be guilty (lie detector)
Guilty (lie detector)
Guilty (lie detector)
Guilty 'til you're proven innocent
Blood pressure clamps around your arms
Now don't get nervous when we yell in your face
We know you steal- Just who do you screw?
With what?!
With who?!?
Aren't you a Christian?!?!?
The polygraph-don't make it move
One little twitch, the anvil drops on you
Don't matter if you told the truth
We want your facial egg for our file
Guilty-It says so on your face
Guilty-When you try to find a place to live or a job that pays
Guilty-Whe you file a complaint against the cop that kicked your face
last night
Guilty-It says so on page 3
Guilty-Who'd think a guy like me would plant drugs in your car
Break in your house while you're asleep
Open your mouth, bet your ass you're watched
And it's your word against ours...
Yeah, just because we're hiring you
That don't mean we trust you at all
You'll have to take a test like this
Once or twice EVERY week
We know machines, they make mistakes
Yeah, it's your word against our dead black box
The machine is always right
'Cause we know how it makes you feel so small
Because you're guilty (lie detector)
'Til you're proven innocent these days
No one's innocent these days
'Cause when you're innocent it just don't pay