_______________________________________________________________________________ _ _ _ _ ((___)) ((___)) [ x x ] cDc communications [ x x ] \ / presents... \ / (` ') (` ') (U) (U) [DK] Dead Kennedys [DK] GIVE ME CONVENIENCE OR GIVE ME DEATH Compliments of Suicidal Amoeba >>> A CULT Publication......1988 <<< -cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc- _______________________________________________________________________________ ---POLICE TRUCK--- (W-Biafra/M-Biafra,Ray) Tonight's the night that we got the truck We're goin downtown gonna beat up drunks Your turn to drive I'll bring the beer It's the late late shift no one to fear And ride, ride how we ride We ride, lowride It's roundup time where the good whores meet Gonna drag one screaming off the street And rider, rider how we ride Got a black uniform and a silver badge Playin' cops for real/Playin' cops for pay Let's ride, lowride Pull down your dress here's a kick in the ass Let's beat you blue 'til you shit in your pants Don't move, child got a big black stick There's six of us, babe so suck on my dick And ride, ride how we ride Let's ride, lowride The left newspapers might whine a bit But the guys at the station they don't give a shit Dispatch calls "Are you doing something wicked?" No Siree, Jack, We're Just givin' tickets As we ride, ride how we ride (3) let's ride, lowride ---TOO DRUNK TO FUCK--- Went to a party I danced all night I drank 16 beers And I started up a fight But now I'm jaded You're out of luck I'm rolling down the stairs Too drunk to fuck Too drunk to fuck Too drunk to fuck Too drunk to fuck I'm too drunk, too drunk, Too drunk to fuck I like your stories I love your gun Shooting out truck tires Sounds like loads and loads of fun But in my room Wish you were dead You ball like the baby In eraserhead Too drunk to fuck Too drunk to fuck Too drunk to fuck It's all I need right now Too drunk to fuck Too drunk to fuck Too drunk to fuck Too drunk to fuck I'm sick soft gooey and cold Too drunk to fuck I'm about drop My head's a mess The only salvation is I'll never see you again You give me head It makes it worse Take out your fuckin' retainer put it in your purse I'm Too drunk to fuck You're Too drunk to fuck Too drunk to fuck It's all I need right now Oh Baby I'm melting like an ice cream bar Oh Baby And now I got diarrhea Too drunk to fuck Yeah, Yeah Yeah, Yeah Yeah, Yeah Oooohhh.......... ---CALIFORNIA UBER ALLES--- (Biafra/John Greenway) 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 job 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 niece 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 crack, you little clown When you mess with president brown California Uber Alles Uber Alles California ---THE MAN WITH THE DOG--- (Biafra) I am none But I'm well known For I am the man with the dogs I stare at you shopping Watch while you're walking Two dogs run around your toes You turn around Two eyes break you down Now, who does that guy think he's starin' at Stop in your tracks You're being laughed at Your armored ego is nude And I do and I do Crack up 'cos I'm getting to you I see you I see you And you're pretty self-conscious too Down to your church I'm looking for victims Spell of the man with the dogs I'll haunt you And follow you to work That ghost is back again Creep into you I won't go away You're taking yourself too seriously I smile as you frown And turn to walk away Your habits for all to see I see a shrew I see you And the rodent things you do You see you I see you And you're pretty self-conscious too And I'm gonna crack your mask Yeah and I'm gonna laugh Open wide.... See you again You'll see me tomorrow Curse of the man with the dogs You may not like me You won't forget me Not safe even in Walgreens They've seen me ask your friends "Oh I know him" Seen but never heard By your lot A stare Is worth a thousand biting phrases See how stupid you are? I dare you I dare you To erase my lasser tattoo You see you you see you And you're pretty self-conscious too And I'm gonna crack your mask Yeah, and I'n gonna laugh What's inside? Is it pubic hair Is it cobweb air I bet you just don't care...... ---INSIGHT--- (Biafra) Who's that kid in the back of the room Who's that kid in the back of the room He's setting all his papers on fire He's setting all his papers on fire Where did he get that crazy smile Where did he get that crazy smile We all think he's really weird We all think he's really weird We never talk to him He never looks quite right He laughs at us We just beat him up What he sees escapes our sight We never see him with the girls We never see him with the girls He's talking to himself again He's talking to himself again Why doesn't he want tons of friends Why doesn't he want tons of friends Says he's bored when we hang around Says he's bored when we hang around We never talk to him He never looks quite right He laughs at us We just beat him up What he sees escapes our sight We're all planning our careers We're all planning our careers We're all planning our careers He says we're growing old..... ---LIFE SENTENCE--- (Biafra) You used to be a partner in crime Now you say you ain't got the time Gotta get serious, gotta plan Gotta pass those entrance exams Oh My God It's Senior Year All you care about is your career It's a life sentence It's a life sentence It's a life sentence It's a life sentence You're squelching your emotions All you talk about is old times You don't do what you want to But you do the same thing everyday No sense of human But such good manners Now you're an adult You're Boring It's your life sentence It's your life sentence It's your life sentence It's your life sentence The walls are closing in You stayed too long in school I'd rather stay a child And keep my self-respect If being an adult Means being like you Are you really you you you You you you you you you Are you really you? No You're a chained-up dog fenced in a yard Don't see much, you can't go far Pace & Froth, you're getting sick Run too fast it'll snap your neck You say you'll break out But you never do You're just another ant in the hill That's your life sentence -A CHILD AND HIS LAWNMOWER- (Biafra) Some clown in Sacrament was dragged into court He shot his lawnmower It disobeyed, it wouldn't start Might makes right, it's the American way They fined him $60 and sent him on his way You know; some people don't take no shit Maybe if they did they'd have half a brain left -HOLIDAY IN CAMBODIA- (w-Biafra/m-Biafra,Ray,Flouride,Slesinger) 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 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 leech 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 or 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 (Chant) Pol pot/pol pot/pol pot/pol etc. 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 -NIGHT OF THE LIVING REDNECKS- Words & Music improvised by Biafra/Flouride/Slesinger while Ray was changing guitar strings. Recorded live by persons unknown at the earth tavern, Portland Oregon on November 19, 1979. -I FOUGHT THE LAW- (Sonny Curtis/New Lyrics Biafra) (Published by Acuff-Rose Opryland Music Inc.) Drinkin' beer in the hot sun I fought the law and I won I needed sex and I got mine I fought the law and I won The law don't mean shit if you've got the right friends That's how this country's run Twinkies are the best friend I've every had I fought the law And I won I blew George and Harvey's brains out with my six-gun I fought the law and I won Gonna write my book and make a million I fought the law and I won I'm the new folk hero of the Ku Klux Klan My cop friends think that's fine You can get away with murder if you've got a badge I fought the law And I won I am the law So I won -SATURDAY NIGHT HOLOCAUST- (Words: Biafra; Music: Dead Kennedys) There's a prefab building and a funny smell Around the hill outside of town Every now and then we wonder But we shrug out shoulders And get back to work There's a railroad there and trains go by And there's people locked in cattle cars And have you noticed the french fries at the A & W Taste a little strange?. . . I drive down to the disco Pompadour and pink lame I bow and blow the doorman He parts the chain, says "Join the game" A quick line in the girls' room To the bar for the electrodes A coin in the right slits Tape my temple, watch me go! Blacks are banned, 'cept on the records O' life's a cabaret Like Berlin, 1930 All I crave is my escape Now I want your perfect barbie-doll lips And I want your perfect barbie-doll eyes Slip my fingers down your barbie-doll dress Up and down your spandex ass If I lit a match to you You'd melt before my eyes C'mere my pretty glow-worm You look so fine to dance with me The fly-eye lights are throbbin' I'm burnin' up the floor Whirling twirling Close my eyes No faces judging me A Hitler youth in jogging suit Smiling face banded 'round his arm Says, 'Line up, you've got work to do' We need dog food for the poor A scream bleats out, we're herded into lines Customized vans wait outside I'm getting scared of my new home To Auschwitz Condominiums we go Oh No Now I want your perfect barbie-doll lips And I want your perfect barbie-doll eyes Let my fingers down you dress One more time.... -PULL MY STRINGS- (Bra/Slesinger) I'm tired of self respect I can't afford a car I wanna be a tool Don't need no soul Wanna make big money Playing rock and roll I'll make my music boring I'll play my music slow I ain't no artist, I'm a businessman No ideas of my own I won't offend Or rock the boat Just sex and drugs And rock and roll Drool, Drool, Drool, Drool, Drool, Drool...My Payola! Drool, Drool, Drool, Drool, Drool, Drool...My Payola! You'll pay ten bucks to see me On a fifteen foot high stage Fatass bouncers kick the shit Out of kids who try to dance If my friends say I've lost my guts I'll laugh and say That's rock and roll But There's just one problem..... Is my cock big enough Is my brain small enough For you to make me a star Give me a toot And I'll sell you my soul Pull my strings and I'll go far And when I'm rich And meet Bob Hope We'll shoot some fool And shoot some dope Is my cock big enough Is my brain small enough For you to make me a star Repeat.... Etc... -SHORT SONGS- (6025) I like short songs (reapeat 13 times) -STRAIGHT A'S- (Words: Biafra; Music: 6025) Sixteen, on the honor roll I wish that I was Dead Parents hate me, I got zits And bruises 'round my head Pressure's on to get good grades So I can be like them Do my homework all the time I can't go out just then People they ain't friends at all They tease me and suck me dry Yell at me when I fuck up And party while I cry I look so big on paper I feel so fucking small Wanna die and you don't care Just stride on down the hall Suicide Suicide Read the paper, wonder why Turn the light out, then you cry It's your fault, you made me die Touch me won't you touch me now So frozen I can't love When I was born my mama cried And picked me up with gloves Girls, they kick me in the eye Want answers to the tests When they get them they drive off And leave me home to rest Hold my head Make me warm Tell me I am loved Give me hope Let me cry Make me feel Give me touch The window's broken bleeding screaming Lying in the hall I'm gone no one remembers me A picture on the wall "He was such a bright boy The future in his hands..." Or a spineless human pinball Shot around by your demands Suicide Suicide Goin' to sleep and when I die You'll look up and realize Then look down and wipe your eyes And go back to your stupid lives Aw Shit -KINKY SEX MAKE THE WORLD GO 'ROUND- (Words:Biafra; Music:Biafra/Flouride/Ray/Peligro) Greetings...This is the secretary of war at the state department of the United States....We have a problem, the companies want something done about this sluggish world economic situation....Profits have been running a little thin lately and we need to stimulate some growth....Now we know there's an alarmingly high number of young people roaming around in your country with nothing to do but stir up trouble for the police and damage private property. It doesn't look like they'll ever get a job....It's about time we did something constructive with these people....We've got thousands of 'em here too. They're crawling all over....The companies think it's time we all sit down, have a serious get-together--START ANOTHER WAR......The president? He loves the idea! All those missiles streaming overhead to and fro....Napalm....People running down the road, skin on fire....The Soviets seem up for it....The Kremlin's been itching for the real thing for years. Hell, Afghanistan's no fun....So whadya say?.....We don't even have to win this war, we just want to cut down on some of this excess population.....Now look. Just start up a draft: draft as many of those people as you can. We'll call up every last youngster we can get our hands on, hand 'em some speed, give 'em an hour or two to learn how to use an automatic rifle and send 'em on their way.....Libya??? El Salvador? How 'bout northern Ireland? Or a "moderately repressive regime" in South America?.... We'll just cook up a good Soviet threat story in the Middle East--We need that oil.... We had Libya all ready to go and Colonel Kjadafy's hit squad didn't even show up, I tell ya....That man is UNRELIABLE. The Kremlin had their fingers on the button just like we did for that one...Now just think for a minute--We can make this war so big--so big....The more people we kill in this war, the more the economy will prosper...We can get rid of practically everybody on your dole queues if we plan this right. Take every loafer on welfare right off our computer rolls....Now don't worry about those demonstrations--just PUMP UP YOUR DRUG SUPPLY. So many people have hooked themselves on heroin and amphetamines since we took over, it's just like Vietnam. We had everybody so busy with LSD they never got too strong, kept the war functioning just fine. It's easy, we've got our college kids so interested in beer they don't even care if we start manufacturing germ bombs again. Put a nuclear stockpile in their back yard, they would't even know what it looked like.....So how 'bout it? Look--WAR IS MONEY. The arms manufacturers tell me unless we get our bomb factories up to full production the whole economy is going to collapse....The Soviets are in the same boat. We all agree the time has come for the BIG ONE, so whadya say?!?....That's excellent. We knew you'd agree....The companies will be very pleased. -THE PREY- You're from out of town I can tell that by your shoes Flew in for the convention Getting tipsy in a bar You're leavin' pretty late Gotta get up in the morning Thinking she's just too expensive And you know you're... Probably.... Right! There's no one on the streets And you can't find your hotel You walk a little faster --Someone's following you The wallet-size bulge In your double-knit butt Has money for me And maybe credit cards You dart around the next corner You can't look around Quick now, fish for the keys For the door You don't even know where you are You walk a little faster I walk a little faster Sensing that I sense you Now there's no escape I can almost taste your dandruff As I reach for your face --And I strike -BUZZBOMB FROM PASADENA (Words: Biafra; Music: Ray & Biafra) Buzzbomb Buzzbomb macho-mobile The road's my slave, that's how I feel I cruise alone, I cruise real far Shoo young punk! I love my car Cross Nevada at 110 Highway 50 and there's nobody there Sign says, "Next sign 30 miles!" My pension comes-- Each penny saved buys more escape from home I'd rather carouse around all day Than move into a home Plow through rest area san-o-lets Splat goes the lonely salesman Still wanking in the men's room... Buzzbomb Buzzbomb tape up loud Lawrence Welk cranked up to 10 Faster Faster in my car Buzzbomb is my pride and joy King of the trailer court Waiting for a nice young man Who'll love me for my car Who tells me why I'm cool Tell me just what I like When I pretend he's here Shred through palm springs across the golf course Cops 'round here scratching their heads Flashing sirens, state patrol.....Uh Oh They're scuffing up the side of my car They're shooting out my tires This ain't no way to go to heaven Buzzbomb cornered at the 7-11 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This shit is copyrighted 1979,1980,1981,1982,1986,1987 by Decay Music (BMI) =============================================================================== (c)1988 cDc communications by Suicidal Amoeba 1/0/88-34 All Rights Worth Shit