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Dead Kennedys lyrics

Album: Frankenchrist [1985]

Tracks10
 01  Soup Is Good Food
 02  Hellnation
 03  This Could Be Anywhere
 04  A Growing Boy Needs His Lunch
 05  Chicken Farm
 06  Jock-O-Rama
 07  Goons of Hazzard
 08  MTV-Get off the Air
 09  At My Job
 10  Stars and Stripes of Corruption
all Dead Kennedys lyrics



Soup Is Good Food
We're sorry
But you're no longer needed
Or wanted
Or even cared about here
Machines can do a better job than you
This is what you get for asking questions

The unions agree
'sacrifices must be made'
Computers never go on strike
To save the working man you've got to put him out to pasture

Looks like we'll have to let you go
Doesn't it feel fulfilling to know
That you¡ºthe human being¡ºare now obsolete
And there's nothing in hell we'll let you do about it

Chorus
Soup is good food¡º(we don't need you any more)
You made a good meal¡º(we don't need you any more)
Now how do you feel¡º(we don't need you any more)
To be shit out our ass
And thrown in the cold like a piece of trash
We're sorry
You'll just have to leave
Unemployment runs out after just six weeks
How does it feel to be a budget cut?
You're snipped
You no longer exist

Your number's been purged from our central computer
So we can rig the facts
And sweep you under the rug
See our chart? unemployment's going down
If that ruins your life that's your problem

Soup is good food, etc.
We're sorry
We hate to interrupt
But it's against the law to jump off this bridge
You'll just have to kill yourself somewhere else
A tourist might see you
And we wouldn't want that

I'm just doing my job, you know
So say uncle
And we'll take you to the mental health zoo
Force feed you mind-melting chemicals
Til even the outside world looks great

In hi-tech science research labs
It costs too much to bury all the dead
The mutilated disease-injected
Surplus rats who can't be used anymore

So they're dumped (with no minister present)
In a spiraling corkscrew dispose-all unit
Ground into sludge and flushed away
Aw geez¡­.

Soup is good food
You made a good meal, etc¡­.
We know how much you'd like to die
We joke about it on our coffee breaks
But we're paid to force you to have a nice day
In the wonderful world we made just for you
Poor rats, we human rodents chuckle
At least we get a dignified cremation
At yet
At 6:00 tomorrow morning
It's time to get up and go to workback to top
Hellnation
Hellnation's when they teach us
Profiting from greed
Hellnation's what they give us
Coke, heroin & speed

Hellnation's when they tell you
You gotta go clean up your act
You're the one who dragged me here
And now you drag me back

To this hellnation

Chorus
Problem is, few care
About the people in despair
If you help no one
You're guilty in the hellnation

Hellnation's when the president
Asks for four more fucking years
Hellnation's when he gets it
By conning poor people and peers

Hellnation¡ºgot no choice
What's the point of trying to vote?
When this country makes war
We all die in the same boat

In this hellnation

Chorus

It's the only world we've got
Let's protect it while we can
It's all there is and there ain't no more

Hellnation¡ºasking please
For a nuclear freeze
So the unborn kids
Get their chance to live and breathe

Hellnation asking aid
For the minimum wage
So the kids of tomorrow
Don't wind up slaves to their trade
In the hellnation

Chorusback to top
This Could Be Anywhere
Cold concrete apartments
Rise up from wet black asphalt
Below them a few carcasses
Of the long gone age of privacy

It takes a scary kind of illness
To design a place like this for pay
Downtown's an endless generic mall
Of video games and fast food chains

One by one
The little houses are bricked up and condemned
A subtle hint to move
Before the rats move in

This could be anywhere
This could be everywhere
Those new kids at school seem cool
But dad says not to talk to them
Stick to your old friends
They're not our kind
So now there's lots of fights

So many people I know
Come of age tense and bitter-eyed
Can't create so they just destroy
C'mon!
Let's set someone's dog on fire

Empty plastic
Culture slum suburbia
Is a war zone now
Sprouting the kinds of gangs
We thought we'd left behind

This could be anywhere
This could be everywhere
Kids at school are taking sides
Along color and uniform lines
My dad's gone and bought a gun
He says he's fed up
With crime in this town

This could be anywhere
This could be everywhere
This could be anywhere
This could be everywhere

Anywhere
Everywhere
I hope I'm gone before it explodes

I linger late at night
Waiting for the bus
No amount of neon jazz
Could hide the oozing vibes of death

My dad's a vigilante now
He's bringing home these weird-ass friends
Like the guy who fires blanks at his tv
When kojak's on
Or the guy who shows off his submachine gun
To his sixteen-year-old daughter's friends
Whose sense of pride and hope
Is being in the police reserve

This could be anywhere
This could be everywhere¡ºeverywhereback to top
A Growing Boy Needs His Lunch
In lonely gas stations with mini-marts
You'll find rows of them for sale
Liquor-filled statues of elvis presley
Drink like a vampire

His disciples flock to such a fitting shrine
Sprawled across from his graceless mansion
A shopping mall
Filled with prayer rugs and elvis dolls

And I wonder
Yeah I wonder
Will elvis take the place of jesus in a thousand years

Religious wars
Barbaric laws
Bloodshed worldwide
Over what's left of his myth

A growing boy needs his lunch

When pesticides get banned we're safe up north
We just sell them to those other countries
Soon there's lots of exotic deformed babies
Somehow that's not our fault

Just dip 'em in glaze paint 'em orange and green
For the arizona roadside stands
To sell alongside plaster burros and birthbaths

And I wonder
Yeah I wonder
Why so many insects around us feed off the dead

Death squads
Starvation
Foreign aid?
Just leave it to the magic of the marketplace

A growing boy needs his lunch

Everyone should just love each other
Dip your toe into the fire
Drop your guns and lawsuits and love each other
Life begins beyond the bunker

And while you're busy hugging in the streets
Outgrowing your hatred for all to feel
Jiminy cricket's found a game to play
Stick your neck out and trust¡ºit'll be chopped away

Jimmy through your locked front doors
Rifle through your sacred drawers
Line my pockets
Deface your dreams
Til the cows come home to me

Nibbling like an earwig winding through your brain
Bound like lawrence harvey spreadeagle to a bed
The migraine gets worse when we find out we lay eggs
And no one in all of borneo can hear you scream

Turn on
Tune in
Cop out

Drop kick turn in tune outback to top
Chicken Farm
Another rainy morning mingling at the market
Bartering for food for another day
Rifle shots ring out behind the crumbling buildings
Executions have begun

Sprawled in the square are today's broken bodies
Lots to pick clean if you're first and quick
Rift through their pockets, peel off their clothes
To wear or sell when you wash out the blood

Run my little brother
Run to the chicken farm
Opportunity is calling
You might even find a watch

We're going down
To the chicken farm

Napalm rains no more
But the war goes on
Little brother died playing at the dump today
He found a new toy and held it up proud
Then it blew him to bits

How many more children
Will be killed or die at birth
Deformed by agent orange
In our food chain forever more
We're going down
To the chicken farm

This time we'll buy our way out
I've got a plan; you wait and see
I smuggled you this map

In the gash I sliced in my thigh
I hope I'm there to join you, love
We're blown to bits one by one in this camp
We crawl shaking through the fields at gunpoint all day
To defuse leftover landmines¡ºby hand

We shiver on the deck and stiffen for the worst
If the pirates come around we might as well be dead
We'll be thrown in the sea
Or butchered if we're women

All in the name of gold
One foot in a land we can barely understand
Can't speak the tongue of yankee hospitality
Our kids at school get beat up
To the tune of boat people, go home

Sliced with a machete
From the breast of our homeland
Our new world tries to spit us out
But it sure beats the chicken farmback to top
Jock-O-Rama
You really like gorillas?
We've got just the pet for you
It's the way you're forced to act
To survive our schools

Make your whole life revolve around sports
Walk tough¡ºdon't act too smart
Be a mean machine
Then we'll let you get ahead

Jock-o-rama¡ºsave my soul
We're under the thumb of the beef patrol
The future of america is in their hands
Watch it roll over niagara falls

Pep rally in the holy temple
And you're forced to go
Masturbate en masse
With the favored religious cult

Cheerleaders yell¡ºra ra team
From the locker room parades the prime beef
When archaeologists dig this up
They'll either laugh or cry

Jock-o-rama¡ºon the brain
Redneck-a-thon drivin' me insane
The future of america is in their hands
Watch it roll over niagara falls

Unzip that old time religion
On the almighty football field
Beerbellies of all ages
Come to watch the gladiators bleed

Now boys, this game ain't played for fun
You're going out there to win
How d'ya win?
Get out there
And snap the other guy's knee!

Beat 'em up! beat 'em up!
Ra ra ra
Snap those spinal cords
Ha ha ha

The star quarterback lies injured
Unconscious on the football field
Looks like his neck's been broken
Seems to happen somewhere every year

His mom and dad clutch themselves and cry
Their favorite son will never walk again
Coach says, that boy gave a hundred percent
What spirit
What a man

But who cares?
Games over¡ºlet's go get wasted man
To the 7-11, to the liquor store
Let's party all night and party some more

Another trans-am
Wrapped itself around a telephone pole
I ain't drunk, officer
I just fell gettin' out of my car

Don't worry about it, son
We were that way when we were young
You've got all the skills
To make a damn good businessman

Jock-o-rama¡ºthat's the law
Come lick the butts of the beef patrol
If the future of america is handed to them
Watch it roll over niagara fallsback to top
Goons of Hazzard
Happy hour belongs to america's best-loved thugs
Here comes the 4-wheel prosthetic penises
Got yer gun racks, tractor tires and lynch mob drivers
We couldn't find a chick to sit in the middle
So we drink ourselves sick
Lean out the windows and pinch ass instead

We are the goons of hazzard
Glorified on your tv
We run down bikes and hitch hikers
And we know we'll get off scot-free

We're the vigilante heroes of your tough-guy flicks
Bashing punks & bums and fags
With our baseball bats
No deer to blow away in the woods today
So we go to oroville and shoot a black kid down
Or waste demonstrators in greensboro instead

We are the goons of hazzard
Glorified on your tv
We leave you in a pool of blood
Cos we know we'll get off scot-free

Let's get him¡­

C'mere
C'mere
Say something to me?

We've got him cornered
We've got him cornered
Is anybody looking?
Does anybody even care?
No!

Local papers paint us up to be big heroes
City fathers & chamber of commerce want us deputized
The stoner gestapo keepin' your town clean
Get a shave, kid
We'll pay you as a strike-breaker
Maybe you'll make tac squad for the l.a.p.d.

We are the goons of hazzard
Glorified on your tv
We leave you in a pool of blood
And we always get off scot-freeback to top
MTV-Get off the Air
Dead Kennedys - M.T.V. Get Off The Air




Fun Fun Fun in the fluffy chair
Flame up the herb
Woof down the beer
[click!]
Hi
I'm your video DJ
I always talk like I'm wigged out on quaaludes
I wear a satin baseball jacket everywhere I go

My job is to help destroy
What's left of your imagination
By feeding you endless doses
Of sugar-coated mindless garbage

So don't create
Be sedate
Be a vegetable at home
And thwack on that dial
If we have our way even you will believe
This is the future of rock and roll

How far will you go
How low will you stoop
To tranquilize our minds with your sugar-coated swill

You've turned rock and roll rebellion
Into Pat Boone sedation
Making sure nothing's left to the imagination

M.T.V. Get off the
M.T.V. Get off the
M.T.V. Get off the air
Get off the air

See the latest rejects from the muppet show
Wag their tits and their dicks
As they lip-synch on screen
There's something I don't like
About a band who always smiles
Another tax write-off
For some schmuck who doesn't care

M.T.V. Get off the air
And so it was
Our beloved corporate gods
Claimed they created rock video
Allowing it to sink as low in one year
As commercial TV has in 25
"It's the new frontier," they say
It's wide open, anything can happen
But you've got a lot of nerve
To call yourself a pioneer
When you're too god-damn conservative
To take real chances.

Tin-eared
Graph-paper brained accountants
Instead of music fans
Call all the shots at giant record companies now

The lowest common denominator rules
Forget honesty
Forget creativity
The dumbest buy the mostest
That's the name of the game

But sales are slumping
And no one will say why
Could it be they put out one too many lousy records?!?

M.T.V.-Get off the air!
NOWback to top
At My Job
If your machine might slip a gear
Push this button to help it clear
Your time card says your name's joe
But we'll call you 6-3-0

Chorus
I'm working at my job
I'm so happy
More boring by the day
But they pay me
All that time spent going to school
Just to end up following¡ºrules
Chorus
Now it's time to take a break
Don't stray too far or you'll be late
Thank you for your service and a long career
Glad you gave us your best years
Chorusback to top
Stars and Stripes of Corruption
Finally got to washington in the middle of the night
I couldn't wait
I headed straight for the capitol mall
My heart began to pound
Yahoo! it really exists
The american international pictures logo

I looked up at that capitol building
Couldn't help but wonder why
I felt like saying hello, old friend

Walked up the hill to touch it
Then I unzipped my pants
And pissed on it when nobody was looking

Like a great eternal klansman
With his two flashing red eyes
Turn around he's always watching
The washington monument pricks the sky
With flags like pubic hair ringed 'round the bottom

The symbols of our heritage
Lit up proudly in the night
Somehow fits to see the homeless people
Passed out on the lawn

So this is where it happens
The power games and bribes
All lobbying for a piece of ass

Of the stars and stripes of corruption
Makes me feel so ashamed
To be an american
When we're too stuck up to learn from our mistakes
Trying to start another viet nam
Whilke fiddling while rome burns at home
The boss says, you're laid off. blame the japanese
America's back, alright
At the game it plays the worst
Strip mining the world like a slave plantation

No wonder others hate us
And the hitlers we handpick
To bleed their people dry
For our evil empire

The drug we're fed
To make us like it
Is God and country with a band

People we know who should know better
Howl, america riles. let's go to war!
Business scams are what's worth dying for

Are the soviets our worst enemy?
We're destroying ourselves instead
Who cares about our civil rights
As long as I get paid?

The blind me-generation
Doesn't care if life's a lie

So easily used, so proud to enforce

The stars and stripes of corruption
Let's bring it all down!
Tell me who's the real patriots
The archie bunker slobs waving flags?
Or the people with the guts to work
For some real change
Rednecks and bombs don't make us strong
We loot the world, yet we can't even feed ourselves
Our real test of strength is caring
Not the toys of war we sell the world
Just carry on, thankful to be farmed like worms
Old glory for a blanket
As you suck on your thumbs

Real freedom scares you
'cos it means responsibility

So you chicken out and threaten me

Saying, love it or leave it
I'll get beat up if I criticize it
You say you'll fight to the death
To save your worthless flag

If you want a banana republic that bad
Why don't you go move to one
But what can just one of us do?
Against all that money and power
Trying to crush us into roaches?

We don't destroy society in a day
Until we change ourselves first
From the inside out

We can start by not lying so much
And treating other people like dirt
It's easy not to base our lives
On how much we can scam

And you know
It feels good to lift that monkey off our backs

I'm thankful I live in a place
Where I can say the things I do
Without being taken out and shot
So I'm on guard against the goons
Trying to take my rights away
We've got to rise above the need for cops and laws

Let kids learn communication
Instead of schools pushing competition
How about more art and theater instead of sports?

People will always do drugs
Let's legalize them
Crime drops when the mob can't price them
Budget's in the red?
Let's tax religion

No one will do it for us
We'll just have to fix ourselves
Honesty ain't all that hard
Just put rambo back inside your pants
Causing trouble for the system is much more fun

Thank you for the toilet paper
But your flag is meaningless to me
Look around, we're all people
Who needs countries anyway?

Our land, I love it too
I think I love it more than you
I care enough to fight

The stars and stripes of corruption
Let's bring it all down!
If we don't try
If we just lie
If we can't find
A way to do it better than this
Who will?back to top
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