FRESH FRUIT FOR ROTTING VEGETABLES


Efficiency and progress is ours once more
Now that we have the neutron bomb
It's nice and quick and clean and gets things done
Away with excess enemy
With no less value to property
No sense in war but perfect sense at home...


The sun beams down on a brand new day
No more welfare tax to pay
Unsightly slums gone up in a flashing light
Jobless millions whisked away
At last we have more room to play
All systems go to kill the poor tonight

Gonna
Kill Kill Kill Kill
Kill the poor...tonight

Behold the sparkle of champagne
The crime rate's gone
Feel free again
O' life's a dream with you, Miss Lily White
Jane Fonda's on thre screen today
Convinced the liberals it's okay
So let's get dressed and dance away the night.


    FORWARD TO DEATH

            words and music: 6025

I don't need your way of life
I can't stand your attitudes
I can do without your stife
I don't need your fucking world
I don't need your fucking world

This world brings me down
Gag with every breath
This world brings me down
I'm looking forward to death

It seems so unreal to me
So much hate and so much pity
I can't take another day
It's such a bore
It gets me really sore
I don't need this fucking world
I don't need this fucking world

This world brings me down
Gag with every breath
This world brings me down
I'm looking forward to death.


    WHEN YA GET DRAFTED

          words & music: Biafra
Are you believing the morning papers
War is coming back in style
There's generals here, advisors there
And Russians nibbling everywhere
The chessboard's filling up with red
We make profits when we blow off their heads

Economy is looking bad
Lets start another war (when ya get drafted)
Fan the fires of racist hatred
We want a total war (when ya get drafted)

Drooling fingers
Panic buttons
Playing with missiles like they're toys
There's easy money, easy jobs
Especially when you build the bombs
That blow big cities off the map
Just guess who profits when we build 'em back

Yeah, what Big Business wants Big Business gets
It wants a war (when ya get drafted)
Trilateral Commision goonies laugh
and scheme for more (when ya get drafted)
Call the Army
Call the Navy
Stocked with kids from slums (when ya get drafted)
If you can't afford a slick attorney
We might make you a spy

Forget your demonstrations
Kids today sit on their ass (when ya get drafted)
Just a six-pack
And you're happy
We're prepared
For when ya get drafted.


     LET'S LYNCH THE LANDLORD

         words & music: Biafra
The landlord's here to visit 
They're blasting disco down below
Sez, "I'm doubling the rent
Cos the buildings condemned
You're gonna help me buy city hall"

But we can, you know we can
We can, you know we can
Let's lynch the landlord man

I tell them turn on the water
I tell 'em turn on the heat
Tells me 'all you ever do is complain'
Then they search the place when I'm not here

But we can, you we can
Let's lynch the landlord
Let's lynch the landlord
Let's lynch the landlord man

There's rats chewin' up the kitchen
Roaches up to my knees
Turn the oven on, it smells like Dachau, yeah
Till the rain pours through the ceiling

We can, you know we can
Let's lynch the landlord, man.


     DRUG ME

       words & music: Biafra
I don't want to think
Don't make me care
I wanna melt in with the group
I need the balls
To leap out of my shell
And let go with my friends

Can't come up with anything I want to do
I need a project I can finish
My brain needs some stimulation
DRUG ME DRUG ME DRUG ME DRUG ME DRUG ME

I'm so fucking tired
I gotta stay awake and get to work
I'm runnin' late
I gotta make it through the day
And make my time go by

TV and the stereo and girls are lots of fun
I want the max
I relate better loaded
'Gotta see that movie stoned'

DRUG ME DRUG ME DRUG ME
Drug me- with natural vitamin C
Drug me- with pharmaceutical speed
Drug me- with your sleeping pills
Drug me- with your crossword puzzles
Drug me- with your magazines
Drug me- with your fuck machines
With a fountain of fads
More rock and roll ads...
DRUG ME DRUG ME DRUG ME ME ME

Finally off of work
Unwind, and watch the ball game at the bar
Another potato chip weekend
Is here at last
Go away Go away Go away Go away
Go away
Leave me alone
So I can't see myself

DRUG ME DRUG ME DRUG ME DRUG ME


    YOUR EMOTIONS

       words & music: Ray
Your mommy told you this
And your daddy told you
Always think like this
And never do that
You learned so many feelings
But what is there to that
Which are really yours
Or are you just a copycat

You're so boring boring boring
Always tape machine recording
You're so boring boring boring
I've heard all this before

Planless and mindless
Scraps from anywhere
Bunch of used parts
From garbage pails everywhere
Frankenstein became a monster
Just like you
Your scars only show
When someone talks to you

You're so boring boring boring
Always tapemachine recording
I've heard all this before
I've heard all this before
Your emotions make you a monster


     CHEMICAL WARFARE

        words: Biafra & John Greenway. music: Biafra

Down at the arsenal they keep the nerve gasses
Guarded day and night by caged white rabbits
Been sitting there for years
I'm gonna have at it
I cut through the fence, run right in, and grab it
Go crazy crazy crazy crazy...

Now I got my own mustard gas in my pocket
Climb on a tree on a branch
On a country club full of Saturday golfers
So I can watch them die chokin' shakin'in convulsions
Go crazy crazy crazy crazy
Crazy crazy crazy crazy...

Chemical Warfare Chemical Warfare
Chemical Warfare Chemical Warfare

Panic in the air
See the headless chickens runnin'
Golf carts head on crashin'
Crackin'heads wide open
Scratch the grass, mister, you can't breath
And roll and writhe in a sandtrap
Starting to heave
Claw those clubs, lemme see you seethe
Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy

Chemical Warfare Chemical Warfare
Chemical Warfare Warfare Warfare

Yellow air
Yellow clouds
Blowin' down down down the fairway
Sensitive to the touch
Mowin' down the putting green
Heading straight for the big clubhouse
Where the stuffed country club ladies, so carefree
Relax, pose by the pool
Limber limp with a dry martini
Until....


    CALIFORNIA ÜBER ALLES

      words: Biafra & John Greenway. music: Biafra
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 Uber Alles
Uber 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 Uber Alles
Uber 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 quietly 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 creak, you little clown
When you mess with President Brown

California Uber Alles
Uber Alles California.


    I KILL CHILDREN

      words & music: Biafra
I kill children
I love to see them die
I kill children
And make their mamas cry
Crush 'em under my car
I wanna hear them scream
Feed 'em poison candy
To spoil their Halloween

So your're in the kids' ward
You're in there cos you're ill
How about some Pavulon
So I can see you chill

Time to hit the scool bus
I think I'll schoot the tires
Offer them a helping hand
Of open telephone wires

Ever wanted to die?
Of course you have
But I won't till I get my revenge
I don't wanna see people any more

Things I never ever saw before
Make me see them for the shit they are
Take as many as I can away with me
Anyone can be king for a day...

So I kill children
I love to see them die
I kill children
And make their mamas cry
I bang their heads in doors
I kill children
Can hardly wait for yours...


   STEALING PEOPLE'S MAIL

     words & music: Biafra
We ain't going to the party
We ain't going to the game
We ain't going to the disco
Ain't gonna cruise down main

We're stealing people's mail
stealing people's mail
stealing people's mail
On a friday night
Drivin' in the mountains
Winding round and round
Rummage thru your mailboxes
Take your mail back to town

And we got license plates, wedding gifts, tax returns
Checks to politicians from real estate firms,
Money, bills and cancelled checks,
Pretty funny pictures of your kids

We're stealing people's mail
On a Friday night
We're stealing people's mail
By the pale moonlight

We got grocery sackful after grocery sackful
Grocery sackful after grocery sackful
Grocery sackful after grocery sackful
Of the private lives of you
Ha Ha

People say we're crazy
We're sick and all alone
But when we read your letters
We're rolling on the floor

We got more license plates, wedding gifts, tax returns
Checks to politicians from real estate firms,
Money, bills and cancelled checks
We cut relationships with your friends

We're gonna steal your mail
On a friday night
Gonna steal your mail
By the pale moonlight

We better not get caught
We'll be drugged and shocked
'Til we come out born-again christians...


    FUNLAND AT THE BEACH

      words & music: Biafra
Sunny Sunday at the amusement park
See the fat hands spill their pop
Oh babe - lots of flags and ballons
But someone sabotaged the roller coaster last night

Ran a turn and then it smashed right down
Thru the crowded haunted house below
Oh No
Human hamburger No

And it's Crushed little Kids
Crushed little Kids
Crushed little Kids
Adorn the boardwalk

See the tourists drop their jaws and cones
See the owners smell a big lawsuit
Oh Police! (call your lawyer first)
Make the witnesses go home
And they'll turn on the TV

And see the crushed little kids
Adorn the boardwalk...


    ILL IN THE HEAD

     words: Biafra. music: 6025
In a desperate mind
Little gardens grow
They grow very wide
They grow very tall

Why am I alive
Urban Wonderland
By the fence I stand
In and out of hand

There are many paths
Dripping dark so dense
Do not enter here
Enter over there

People closing in
Barking at my mind
Shoving me to wine
I want all alone

I want my own home
I want my own girl
Help me hate the world
Own and love my life


    HOLIDAY IN CAMBODIA

     Words: Biafra. music: Dead Kennedys
So you been to schools
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

You're a star-belly sneech
You suck like a leach
You want everyone to act like you
Kiss ass while you bitch
So you can get rich
But your boss gets richer off 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 is 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....

Where you'll do what you're told
A holiday in Cambodia
Where the slums got so much soul


   VIVA LAS VEGAS

Bright lights city gonna set my soul
Gonna set my soul on fire.
Gotta whole lot of money that's a ready to
burn so get those stakes up higher.

There's a thousand pretty women waiting out
there, they're all living the Devil may care.
And I'm just a devil with love to spare.

VIVA LAS VEGAS!
VIVA LAS VEGAS!

How I wish there were more than twenty four
hours in the day.
Even if there were 40 more, I wouldn't sleep
a minute away.

Oh there's blackjack and poker and the
roulette wheel, a fourtune won and lost on
everty deal.
All you need to score is nerves of steel.

VIVA LAS VEGAS!
VIVA LAS VEGAS!

Viva Las Vegas where the neon flashing and
your one arm bandits crashing and all the
hopes down the drain.
Viva Las Vegas turning day into nightime and
turning night into daytime, if you see it once,
you'll never be the same again.

I'm going to keep on running, gonna have me
some fun if it costs me my very last dime.
If I wind up broke, oh well I'll always
remember that I had a swinging time.
I'm gonna give it everything I've got, Lady
Luck please let the dice stay hot.
Let me show ya something with every shot.

VIVA LAS VEGAS!
VIVA LAS VEGAS!
VIVA LAS VEGAS!
VIVA!....... VIVA!.....
Las Vegas!!!