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Dirty Rotten Imbeciles lyrics

Album: Dealing With It! [1985]

Tracks25
 01  Snap
 02  I'd Rather Be Sleeping
 03  Marriage
 04  Yes Ma'am
 05  Soup Kitchen
 06  Mad Man
 07  Stupid, Stupid War
 08  Counter Attack
 09  Couch Slouch
 10  God Is Broke
 11  Karma
 12  Nursing Home Blues
 13  I Don't Need Society
 14  Give My Taxes Back
 15  The Explorer
 16  Reaganomics
 17  How To Act
 18  Shame
 19  Argument Then War
 20  Evil Minds
 21  Slit My Wrist
 22  Busted Again
 23  Equal People
 24  On My Way Home
 25  Bail Out
all Dirty Rotten Imbeciles lyrics



Snap
No, there are no easy answers
To sum up the problems which we face
History's a lesson, let us learn by our mistakes
Just don't expect to make sense
Out of what you see
For I can tell you now that
Knowing is believing
So if you open your mind you might understand
You're the victim of a bigtime government scam
And though you may not be inclined to believe
The man behind the desk does get paid to deceive
You live in your little dream world
You're much too cool to care
I really have to warn you
I think it's only fair
They await the final hour
As happy as they are sick
Laughing so hysterically
At all those who they've tricked
But then who an I to tell you who to believe in
When all the masks they seem so damn deceiving?
How can I say to you, "You be Free"
That would never bring about mass anarchy
Now, would it?back to top
I'd Rather Be Sleeping
>From sun-up to sun-down
Decisions make my head spin round
Make me drunk, sick and tired
Keep me up 'till I retire
And while I could be out bar hopping
Meat market, rocker-chick shopping
Out there, chasing my dick
In it's never-ending search for chicks
But, I'd rather be sleeping
In my bed, crashed out
A slice of death, wrapped up
All in wool, passed out
Drunk, you stupid fool
No more waking hassles
Weary of the daily battles
So on my bed, I lay curled
A "could be" man of the world
But, I'd rather be sleeping
In my bed, crashed out
A slice of death, wrapped up
All in wool, passed out
Drunk, you stupid foolback to top
Marriage
Beginning with its conclusion
Misdirected by what's right
Actual illusion
Weakened by its might
The deserving marital value
Priced for quick exchange
Is worth in the open market
Only half its weight in change
Enthusiastically disfigured
By anticipated, sterile waste
Poised and promising
Glazed in its loss of face
Frantically mellow
Blameless in its intent
More solid than jello
Yet, softer than cement
Unprofitably productive
Not worth speaking of
Mutually destructive
None of the aboveback to top
Yes Ma'am
Teacher moves me from seat to seat, huh!
All I do is talk
Teacher, may I use the bathroom please?
Yes, it's an emergency!
Teacher makes me take my test first
I'll take your test
Trapped inside this hourglass
Thoughts of crass
I'll give you the answers you want to hear
But I won't conform
Unlike my mindless vacant peers
They're the norm
Exactly what do you want me to say?
Exactly what do you want from me?
Exactly what do you want me to be now?
Please classify me
Force me to succeed
Change identity
And watch me change
Finished, may I use the bathroom please?
Yes, still an emergency!
Come on, cut me some slack
Promise, I'll be right back
Just let me go this one last time
And I'll never ask again,
Just let me go this one last time
And I'll never ask again
Please!
Teacher!back to top
Soup Kitchen
Vicious circle's got me down
Days turn into weeks of hanging out
Got to shake these soup kitchen blues
Growing tired of barley cabbage stew
And there being nothing
Nothing new to do
Dumb and hungry, we make our way
For free refueling
Like an alarm clock, our minds know the times
We plan our lives around the lines
Twelve p.m. At the soup kitchen
Talking politics with the bag men
Forced into their conversations
Pessimistic contemplations
They tell me of their heart conditions
Share with me their D.T. Visions
Damn me with that bad outlook
Or save me with that "good book"
Vicious circle's got me down
Days turn into weeks of hanging out
Got to shake these Haight-Ashbury blues
Growing tired of the Kezar Stadium cruise
And there being nothing
Nothing new to do
Just make the midday pilgrimage
We travel far and wide
Going to the soup kitchen
To swallow some more prideback to top
Mad Man
He's old and cranky and he's got white hair
He yells at us in his underwear
He'll attach you like a crazed bear
But come on in, don't be scared
Mad man, he'll kick down the door
Mad man, he'll call you a whore
Mad man, he'll brand you a slut
Mad man, he'll kick your butt!
You pay the bills, I live in your place
I'll do what you say for my dwelling space
I'll do your dishes, I'll wash the floor
Just please don't kick down our jam room door
Mad man, he'll kick down the door
Mad man, he'll call you a whore
Mad man, he'll brand you a slut
Mad man, he'll kick your butt!
You hit my friends and cut down blacks
Proves again what your mind lacks
You back the klan
I've got to
Change my nazi dad
Change my nazi dad
Change my naziback to top
Stupid, Stupid War
You think you look good in your new uniform
Starched and pressed into the perfect norm
Until uncle Sam puts a gun in your hand
Points you in the wrong direction and says,
"kill that man!"
Well, I don't fit into your plan
You can't make me kill, man
You can't make me kill a man
You can't make me kill and
I won't fight your stupid war
Believe me, I'm not your slave
I won't fight in your war games
The C.I.A. Can't make me play
The world's running into problems now
That doesn't mean we have to fight it out
Well, I don't fit into your plan
You can't make me kill, man
You can't make me kill a man
You can't make me kill and
I won't fight your stupid war
I won't fight your stupid war
I won't fight when there's nothing to fight for
Nothing to fight for
Nothing to fight fuckin forback to top
Counter Attack
Counter attack! Counter attack!
We've his underground long enough
They've got power, but not enough
Time to start, time to act
They've got our lives
They've got us trapped
Stab the system in the back
Face your fears, face the facts
Time to start, time to act
Time to show them that we care
Time to show that we're not scared
Time to show them how to share their money
Counter attack! Counter attack!back to top
Couch Slouch
Home from school and here to stay
I'll take it easy again today
Ain't gonna work, don't need no pay
Don't need no work, I sleep all day
Couch slouch
Fuck off
My mom don't like the way I live
She says I take, but I don't give
My dad can't stand the way I am
He says, "damn it, just get up, man!"
Couch slouch
You suck
Awaken now and then to eat and shit
Don't go outside 'cause I don't fit
Society's not ready for me
Crazy assholes never will beback to top
God Is Broke
Salvation's around the corner
Just dig into your soul
Donations for the holy word
A paycheck for god's goal
His iron-handed, spiritual rule
Is that what you fear most?
God is green, a numbered face
A scamming holy ghost!
God is broke,
The well ran dry
So pay up while you can
Or you'll end up in hell
Money in the box is like
A halo on your head
But all of Christ's love
Still leaves him with the deadback to top
Karma
Hey, punk, with that bottle in your hand
What makes you so sad?
Could life really be that bad?
Sure, you've got your reasons
But your alibis are lies
The story is an old one
It's been told a million times
You were glad to be alive
On life's journey
You were excited
But you were not in a hurry
For years, you walked up and down each road
You had to try them all
Looking for your place, I guess
Where you could rest and feel at home
Now, tired of walking
You've started to run
Passing everything by
But at least you're having fun
Good karma, bad karma
You'll get what you deserve
There is good and evil
You've got a lot to learn
There is love, there is hate
You can't do as you please
Wash your face, take a bath
Your aura's still filthy
In someone's bathroom, turning blue, puking green
You're senile, senile at seventeen
Scars on your brain from drinking beer and smoking weed
Another acid tab, another shot of speed
Good karma, bad karma
You'll get what you deserve
There is good and evil
You've got a lot to learn
There's no lie, only truth
In reality
You hat love, you love to hate
Your soul is so diseased
You are just a fish in a sea of human beings
Lost in, caught up in, someone else's dream
Afraid to laugh 'cause you might drown
The true mad, sad clown sinking down
Into the darkness where no one
Would dare venture to save youback to top
Nursing Home Blues
I am an old man living alone
My loved ones stuck me here in this nursing home
I've lost all usefulness
I want to die
I have them all the best years of my life
Then Maggie passed away, now I've got no wife
So kill me, young man, or hand me your knife
I want to die
My beautiful daughter says I get in the way
I depress her because I'm old and grey
She can't stand to see the wrinkles in my skin
By golly, girl, you're my only kin
I want to die
Like an old horse put out to pasture
Too old to be of any more use to it's master
But when I lie in bed and I reminisce
I begin to think maybe this is best
I'm out of the way, not in anyone's hair
And though I'm costing them money, I don't care
I want to dieback to top
I Don't Need Society
Your number's up, you have to go
The system says, "I told you so"
Stocked in a plane like a truckload of cattle
Sent off to slaughter in a useless battle
Thousands of us sent off to die
Never really knowing why
Fuck to system, they can't have me
I don't need society (2x)
Before you know it, you're in the corp
Grab your gear, boy, you're off to war
Stocked in a plane like a truckload of cattle
Sent off to slaughter in a useless battle
Thousand of us sent off to die
Never really knowing why
Fuck the system, they can't have me
I don't need society (2x)
You were an apple pie clone living at home
Never straying too far from your phone
Now, son, make it through enemy lines
You must hurry, there's not much time
Made it, sir, they're gonna drop the bomb
No time to evacuate, they'll write our moms
Fuck to system, they can't have me
I don't need society
I don't need societyback to top
Give My Taxes Back
They block out the landscape with giant signs
Covered with pretty girls and catchy lines
Put up fences and cement the ground
To dull my senses, keep the flowers down
I want 'em back
Spend my money on a race to space
Wasting my money, slapping my face
They've taken a peek over future's fence
Taken a peek at my expense
They've wasted human lives
And they've fucked up mine
I want it back
I'm not into the material scene
Polyester, polyethylene
At least give me a chance to say what I want
The more you waste, the more you want
I want 'em back
I want 'em back
I want 'em back
Give 'em back!back to top
The Explorer
Day after day I comb my brain
Searching for words which sound the same
Choosing these words and making them fit
Hoping, somehow, they'll all make sense
If they don't, don't blame me
I'm exploring my identity
I set the stage for the anonymous play
Composing good and evil in an offhand sort of way
So, if you should turn on me
It's because you don't understand
And won't until you assemble the fragmented picture
Of a shattered man
I'm searching
And my own mind
Is my latest, greatest
Most fabulous find
I had to explore everything
All the drugs and drink
Cut my dick off with a butterknife in the sink
Lived in jail for a thousand or more years
Got lost for fifteen million more at sears
Never know what I might do next
Destroy myself
Discover deathback to top
Reaganomics
Reagonomics killing me
Reagonomics killing me
Reagonomics killing me
Reagonomics killing you!back to top
How To Act
There's only one way to act
When you're dealing with fools
You stab them in the back
And break all their rules
There's only one way to be
When you're making it with she
You've got to play a role
And you've got to make it seem like loveback to top
Shame
No blacks, no whites, no Ku Klux Klan
Orientals, Mexicans
No guns, no bombs, national front
No greed, no hate, no government
No smog, no filth, no factories
No more cities to keep clean
No locks, no gates, no property
No states and no boundaries
No trends, no fads, no macho man
Stupid, idiot, cock-rock bands
No cops, no crimes, no jealousy
No laws, creeds, no one to please
I'm ashamed to be a human being
I'm ashamed to be a human being
Cause we've got the brains to stop all war
But we're rotten to the coreback to top
Argument Then War
Argument then war
Even the score
Retaliate, revenge
The will to win
Man can't be wrong
Man can never get along
Man wants to fight
Man wants to be right
Man wants to kill
Man will
Argument then war
Even the score
Retaliate, revenge
The will to win
Man can't be wrong
Man can never get along
Man lives in the past
Civilized trash
Man hates himself
Poisons himself
He is his own disease
Committing slow suicideback to top
Evil Minds
Horrible plans of hate they're tending
The evil minds with plans predicting
Bitter vibes of hate they're sending
Broken heart and mind is mending
Deflective action onslaught ending
Crazy plans of fame descending
And conspiracy is all I fearback to top
Slit My Wrist
Every day I get more pissed
Slit my wrist, slit my wrist
I hate to care, I hate relations
A pile stacked high of complications
Every day I get more pissed
Slit my wrist, slit my wrist
I hate the thought that I must give
All my time just to live
Every day I get more pissed
Slit my wrist, slit my wrist
I hate the thought of government aid
Across my wrist, a razor blade
Every day I get more pissed
Slit my wrist, slit my wristback to top
Busted Again
Driving down the freeway
As if I was on downers
Followed off the exit ramp
By a scene from close encounters
Out of the van
Walk a straight line
Lost count of the beers
Somewhere around nine
Drunk and driving, boy
You really fucked up
Now you're in the squad car
Hands in back, cuffed
Seven hundred dollars
Or eight months, son
Checked my pockets, but
I knew I had none
They took away my license
They said I can't drive
Said that I should thank them
I'm "lucky to be alive"
Locked in a cell
For weeks at a time
My friends got me out
My bail was my fine
Now I'm on the outside
Me and all my friends
Drunk and driving reckless
Just waiting to get caught againback to top
Equal People
I look at you, then look at me
There is no difference I can seeback to top
On My Way Home
I was getting out, without a doubt
This was my last patrol, wished I could shout
But then the reds were there
We were taking our share
Fifteen to thirty, but fair is fair
I was fighting wild, shooting blind
Nothing I could do, nowhere I could go
Someone yelled, "keep your head down low"
I heard men crying, knew they were dying
And for the first time, I realized
My sergeant lied!
On my way home in a body bag
A one-way ticket, but I couldn't brag
I was seeing green, seeing red
With an aching, throbbing, emptiness in my head
Trying to breathe, I fought for air
I was alive, but nobody cared
We left the planet
Then we had landed
Soon picked up by an army truck
Someone gave me a shovel and told me to dig
I said, "fuck off and die, capitalist pig!"back to top
Bail Out
I'm building a spaceship in my backyard
Using pieces of our family car
I'm building this spaceship out of this car
So I can fly off and live among the stars
I'm gonna bail out before it's too late
Get the fuck out, I'll dwell in space
I'll travel around at the speed of light
Enveloped by the darkness of eternal night
Discover the universe while you all die
I've got a future, so I say goodbye
I want to see what's never been seen
I want to do what's never been done
So I'm building a spaceship black, sleek and fast
I'll fly out of here, ride out on the blast
Split this pit before it blows
I'll watch it from the back seat
One last sick showback to top
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