Fresh fruit for rotting vegetables. Dead Kennedys.




1. Kill the poor.

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 but 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 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, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill the poor, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill the poor tonight.

Behold the sparkle of champagne, the crime rate's gone, feel free again, our life's a dream with you, Miss Lily White. Jane Fonda on the screen today convinced the liberals it's okay so let's get dressed and dance away the night, while they kill, kill, kill, kill, kill the poor, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill the poor, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill the poor tonight, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill the poor, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill the poor, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill the poor tonight.

Behold the sparkle of champagne, the crime rate's gone, feel free again, our life's a dream with you, Miss Lily White. Jane Fonda on the screen today convinced the liberals it's okay so let's get dressed and dance away the night, while they kill, kill, kill, kill, kill the poor, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill the poor, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill the poor tonight, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill the poor, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill the poor, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill the poor tonight, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill the poor, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill the poor, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill the poor tonight.


2. Forward to death.

I don't need your way of life, I can't stand your attitudes, I can do without your strife, 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.

It seems so unreal to me, so much hate and so mouch 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, looking forward to death.


3. When ya get drafted.

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 more profits when we blow off their heads. Economy is looking bad, let's start another war when ya get drafted, fan the fires of racist hatred, we want 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 up, yeah, what big business wants big business gets. It wants a war when ya get drafted, trilateral commission 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.


4. Let's lynch the landlord.

The Landlord's here to visit, they're blasting disco down below, said, I'm doubling up the rent ‘cause the building's condemned, you're gonna help me buy City Hall. But we can, you know we can, but 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 know 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, til the rain pours through the ceiling. But we can, you know we can, let's lynch the landlord, let's lynch the landlord, let's lynch the landlord man.


5. Drug me.

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, I'm runnin' late, I gotta make it thru 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, 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, drug me, drug 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, drug me.


6. Your emotions.

Your mommy told you this and your daddy told you that, 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. Your school told you this and your church told you that, memorize this and don't you dare look at that, just a tape recorder mimicking of the bores. 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 tape machine recording, you're so boring, boring, boring, I've heard all this before, I've heard all this before, I've heard all this before.

Your emotions make you a monster, your emotions make you a monster, your emotions make you a monster, your emotions make you a monster,


7. Chemical warfare.

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 and drop it, 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, warfare, warfare, chemical warfare, chemical warfare, chemical warfare, warfare, 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 wrihe in a sandtrap, starting to heave, claw those clubs, let me see you seethe, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy crazy. Chemical warfare, chemical warfare, chemical warfare, warfare, warfare, 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, effervescent ladies, so carefree, relax, pose by the pool, limber limp with a dry martini, until…

Chemical warfare, chemical warfare, chemical warfare, warfare, warfare, chemical warfare, chemical warfare, chemical warfare, warfare, warfare.


8. California Über Alles.

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, your kids will meditate in school. California Über Alles, California Über Alles, Über Alles California, Über Alles California.

Zen fascists will control you, hundred per cent 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 Über Alles, California Über Alles, Über Alles California, Über Alles California.


Now it is 1984, knock knock at your front door, it's the suede secret police, they have come for your uncool neice, come quitely 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 crack, you little clown, when you mess with president Brown. California Über Alles, California Über Alles, Über Alles California, Über Alles California.


9. I kill children.

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 shoot 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 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…


10. Stealing people's mail.


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, 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 gonna steal your mail, on a Friday night, we're gonna steal your mail by the pale moonlight, we got grocery sackful after grocery sackful, after grocery sackful, after grocery sackful, after grocery sackful, after grocery sackful of the private lives of you.

People say that 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, we're gonna steal your mail by the pale moonlight.

We better not get caught, we'll be dumped in institutions where we'll be drugged and shocked 'til we come out born again christians. We're stealing people's mail, stealing people's mail, stealing people's mail, stealing people's mail, stealing people's mail on a friday night.


11. Funland at the beach.

Sunny Sunday at the amusement park, see the fat kids spill their pop, oh babe, lots of flags and balloons, but someone sabotaged the rollercoaster 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.

Crushed little kids adorn the boardwalk, crushed little kids adorn the boardwalk, crushed little kids adorn the boardwalk, 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, crushed little kids adorn the boardwalk …


12. Ill in the head.

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. Why am I alive, urban wonderland, by the fence I stand, in and out of hand.


13. Holiday in Cambodia.

So you been to school 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, 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.

Your a star belly sneech you suck like a leech, you want everyone to act like you, kiss ass while you bitch so you can get rich but your boss gets richer on 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 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, 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…

And it's a holiday in Cambodia where you'll do what you're told, a holiday in Cambodia where the slums got so much soul.


14. Viva Las Vegas.

Twilight City gonna set my soul, it's gonna set my soul on fire, got a whole lot of money that's ready to burn, so get those stakes up high, there's a thousand pretty women waiting out there, they're all waiting, they'll never make air, and I'm just the devil with a lung to spare, so viva Las Vegas, viva Las Vegas, viva Las Vegas.

How I wish that there were more than the twenty four hours in the day, even if I ran out of speed, boy, I wouldn't sleep a minute of the way, oh that blackjack and poker and the roulette wheel, I'll poach your money lost on every deal, all you need is sonar and nerves of steel, so viva Las Vegas, viva Las Vegas, viva Las Vegas.

Viva Las Vegas, where the neon signs flash your name, the one arm bandits cash in all soap's down the drain, viva Las Vegas turning day into nighttime, turning night into daytime, if you see it once you'll never be the same again.

Gotta keep on running, gonna have me some money, if it costs me my very last dime, if I wind up broke then I'll always remember that I had a swingin' time, oh, I'm gonna give it everything I've got, lady luck's with me, the dice stay hot, got coke up my nose to dry away the snot, so viva Las Vegas, viva Las Vegas, viva Las Vegas, viva, viva Las Vegas.


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Año: 1980.
Procedencia de la banda: San Francisco (California), Estados Unidos.
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