O' this world is a at a tremble
With it's strength and mighty power
They're sending up to heaven
To get the brimstone fire
Take warning my dear brother
Be careful how you plan
You're working with the power
Of God's own holy hand
[Chorus:]
Atomic power
Atomic power
Was given by the mighty hand of God
Atomic power
Atomic power
Was given by the mighty hand of God
You remember two great cities
In a distant foreign land
When scorched from the face of earth
The power of Japan
Be careful my dear brother
Don't take away the joy
But use it for the good of man
And never to destroy
[Chorus]
Hiroshima, Nagasaki
Paid a big price for their sins
When scorched from the face of earth
Their battle could not win
But on that day of judgment
When comes a greater power
We will not know the minute
And we will not know the hour
I saw you sittin' there
I was tryin' not to stare
I wasn't sure if it was you
I didn't know just what to do
[Chorus:]
Are you drinkin' with me Jesus
I can't see you very clear
Are you drinkin' with me Jesus
Would you buy a friend a beer
As I nestled on my barstool
I felt your warmness within
I looked down at my pants
That wasn't warmness
I wet myself again
[Chorus]
Does your head pound, Jesus
As hung over you do rise
How does paradise look, Jesus
Through holy bloodshot eyes
Should we take a cab home Jesus
Man, we can hoof it from here
I know you can walk on the water
But can you walk on this much beer
Are you drinkin' with me Jesus
Cruisin' down the freeway
Slupin' latte in my BM'er Roadster
I won for being Sales Rep of the Week
Then it happens again
S.U.V. damn near killed me
They made the roads so unsafe
I bought me one the very next day
Why do I eat up so much gas?
Why do I cut you off to pass?
What do I drive like such an ass?
Because I can!
Yuppie Yuppie Yuppie Cadillac
But I need my armored luxury tank
To drive to work and drive home
Keep my children safe
As I run down yours
While I talk on my cell phone
Better you than me,
Got important places to be
School, soccer, psychiatrist,
And then the wine boutique
Why do I flaunt my upper class?
Hogging two parking spaces
Why do I act like such an ass?
No boundaries, man
Yuppie Yuppie Yuppie Cadillac
Blow them up! Key their hoods!
Run them out of the neighborhood
Melt them down for Blue Chip scrap
War for oil? Draft them!
Got a big hummer with monster tires
It's the latest craze
When S.U.V.s are not enough
To break a traffic jam
Up and over I go
My terminator crushing cars below
I'm late for a meeting
More important than yours
My Krispy Kremes are getting cold #! **#!
What is it 'bout the Navigator
Escalade, Suburban, Explorer, Yukons
That brings out the road-rage macho dick
In everybody who drives one
Icy curves, slow down
'Nother pathfinder found it's way to Hell
What a great way to think the herd
But why should we have to share the road with
Nuclear satellites
Thrown up in space
Will all burn out some day
Guess where they'll crash
We've been lucky so far
Every toy up there
Is another Chernobyl
Waiting to happen
Why?
Space shuttle blew up again
People drop dead
News says "DON'T WORRY"
Then the truth comes out
Since 1988
Every shuttle in space
Has carried 46
Pounds of plutonium
Why?
I don't know
I'm scared to care
Enough plutonium
That if it blows
The fallout cancer
Could kill 5 billion people
So now it's over
It's really over
Space junk in the street
Irradiated atmosphere
Fallout covers the earth
Greenhouse so hot we fry
Six months, maybe years
We all know we'll die
So - what matters now?
NOTHING matters now
Imagine what would happen
If everyone on earth
Realized this at once
Gonna go loot stores!
Piss anywhere!
Break into peoples houses
Play with their underwear
Strew all my prizes in the street
You can't take it with you
Nothing left to do
But go home
And bolt the doors
Why?
Let's curl up real close
And tell each other
All the things we still don't know
About our lives
Why?
Falling space junk in the streets
Radiation in the air
Nothing left that's safe to eat
The sky is melting
In San Francisco you can be mayor at 18
But ya gotta be 26 to drive a cab
What goes on
Is not what we're told to see
Patrick Henry said "Give me liberty or death"
At the time he owned 65 slaves
The myth is real - Let's eat
Fake patriots say you can't burn the flag
But guess who whines the most
'Bout having to pay taxes
To their country
Decay
Decline
Cover up
Refine
Dow Jones
Where's home
When everything we lean on
Is up for sale
Ad lady purrs, "Drink our liquor, you'll get laid"
Next billboard says, "Don't drink and drive"
What goes on is not what we're told to see
Panic! Panic! War on Drugs
But you can buy beer at gas stations
The Myth is Real - Let's Eat
Pagan priests first used perfume
To mask the smell of burning flesh
Back in ancient Rome
The statues were unscrewed
Leaders change - just replace the heads
Decay
Decline
Cover up
Refine
We are
In life
Roulette wheel
Or the ball inside
Anyone out there stopped to think
What our lives might be like today
If Karl Marx was as good a salesman
As Walt Disney
The bacon brought
You home to cook
The lobster lets
Itself get boiled
Looks too hard to climb
Out of the pot with all the crabs
Fear the unknown -
Who taught you that?
One hundred million trees a year
Get made into junk mail no one reads
What goes on is not what we're told to see
Half of all Americans don't read books
I'm one of them, but you're reading this
The Myth is Real - Let's Eat
General Robert E. Lee
Freed his slaves before Grant freed his
Brian Willson's legs
Severed by a train
The crew sues him for stress
Levis were once made of hemp *
From the marijuana plant
One acre makes four times more paper
Than an acre of trees
More protein than soy beans
Threat to logging companies
Du Pont and tobacco barons
Got it banned in '37
The world is made of connections
So many sheep in wolf's clothing
Scary times are never dull
How long before our empire falls
No one wants the Pentagon
Toilets for six hundred bucks
Japanese spend twice as much
On pinball as defense
Meanwhile concerned citizens
In Albany, Oregon
Try to ban a book
'Cos it makes fun of Santa Claus
We're told 80% of people like the President in the polls
While only 15% believe he's in control
And 64% of lowans surveyed
Want to be reincarnated as themselves
Used to be in a gang
'Till I beat a kid half dead
In a video arcade
Judge gave me a choice: Jail or the Marines
Best time I ever had was being an MP
Aw yeh
I wish I was down in El Salvador
Where I could jerk off with my gun
And kill the poor
More gang busts after I'm discharged
Got on offer from police
Surprise! We'll wipe your record clean
If you'll become one of us
You've got just the skills we need
For the government's official gang
Robothug Riot Squad
Already I want more
Aw yeh,
I wish I was down in El Salvador
We're just countin' days
'Til we can do it up here
Well, Officer Friendly-
What does Elmer the Safety Elephoant
Have to say about this... ?
Well, good buddy
I''ll bet he says you can't do this ARGH!
Or this ARGH!
Or this ARGH!
Or even this ARGH!
"His toy gun looked real
I had to defend myself..."
I'm always lookin' for excuses
To defend myself
People are storming out into the streets
People are poouring out into the streets
They hate me, they hate me
I just might have to defend myself
NOW!
It's party time...
I look at you and smolder
With my nightstick and my shield
Little kids throw rocks at me
Their moms call me a pig
Commander says I gotta hold the line
'Til the TV cameras leave
Then we'll fire away, make my day
Just like good ol' Kent State
Why wait!
It'll be like I was down in El Salvador
Gonna jerk off with my gun
And kill the poor
Be a big man with my gun
And kill the poor
Jerk off with my gun
I think I'm gonna kum
Then I'll kiss my gun good night
Peggy Sue
Got pregnant
And was addicted to fifteen drugs
She went down
To the abortion clinic
And was accosted
By right wing thugs
[Chorus:]
Oh will the fetus
Be aborted
By and by Lord
By and by
There's a better
Home awaiting
In the sky Lord
In the sky
Little Mary
Was just eleven
And she was raped
By her own dad
Danny Quayle said
"Have that baby"
But another choice
She said
[Chorus]
Annie's pregnancy
Would kill her
Doctor'rs warning
Gave her strife
Fundamentalists
Said "Jesus take her"
She said, "I want
My right to life"
[Chorus]
Kathy had two
Kids already
And an abortion
Is what she chose
Christian showed her
A bloody fetus
She said "That's fine
I'll have one of those."
[Chorus]
Tanya lived for
Revolution
Wanted to overthrow
The state
She had fifteen
Commie babies
Phylis Schlafly
Ain't that great?
Or will the fetus
Well I come from a long line
Of tree falling men
And this company town was here
Before my grandpappy settled in
We kept enough trees a-standin'
So our kids could tow the line
But now a big corporation came and bought us out
Got us working overtime
[Chorus:]
But tell me
Where are we gonna work
When the trees are gone
Will the big boss have us wash his car
Or maybe mow his lawn
I'm a man, I'm a man, I'm a lumberjack man
But I hear it ain't for long
Where are we gonna work
When the trees are gone?
Now these corporate mergers
Make no sense to me
But they got this junk bond debt to pay
So we're clear-cutting all the trees
Now that old fishin' hole
Where I used to take my son
We trashed it out last Monday morn
Oh Lord, what have we done
[Chorus]
Now these Wall Street money men
They got me MAD
I've got a family to feed and falling trees
Is the only job I ever had
Say now folks, we just can't stand here
While this slash and burn goes on
We've got to slow down this big corporation
Before all the trees are gone
When they came for the Jews
I didn't protest, I wasn't a Jew
When they came for the crack dealers
I applauded that too
Tired of tripping over homeless beggars
At the latte stand
Drug war sweeps
Made the neighbourhood feel clean
Then they found some pot seeds
In my rented car
Seized everything I owned
Without trial
Oh-oh
Oh-oh Oh Oh-oh
Oh-oh
Oh-oh Oh Oh-oh
In the hot hot Sun
Of an abandoned Army base
Rot the throngs of excess humans
Uncle Sam's "Detained"
Immigrants and patriotically incorrect
Or buying a ticket at the airport in cash
While back
This is ethnic cleansing
American style
More people in jail
Than any country's ever tried
Oh-oh
Oh-oh Oh Oh-oh
Oh-oh
Oh-oh Oh Oh-oh
Welcome to the gulag
Of the Red, White, and Blue
Gotta keep up with the Chinese slaves
So hard labour for you
Pushups on command
Long marches, shaved heads
Guards cost money
So we use an electric fence
When it's 100 outside
Chain gangs mow the lawn
Freeze your ass off and shovel snow
When it's 15 below
Three Strikes
Three Strikes
Three Strikes
You're out
Life in prison for stealing a can of beer
Or sitting in a stolen truck
Or swipe your cousin's TV
Life for shoplifting one jar of vitamins
Supreme Court said that ain't
Cruel and unusual punishment
The more our prisons
Are privately owned
Prison-industrial complex grows
They need more bodies
To cram in more cells
So they finance campaigns
For more 3 strike laws
Oh-oh
Oh-oh Oh Oh-oh
Oh-oh
Oh-oh Oh Oh-oh
Oh-oh
Oh-oh Oh Oh-oh
Oh-oh
Oh-oh Oh Oh-oh
Three Strikes
Three Strikes
Three Strikes
You're out
Lost the vote, but god elected me
I'm never wrong kuz he speaks through me
I'm the baddest hombre around
Minded by my Uncle Dick
So dumb I thought I was President
Meet the Terror of Tiny Town
I decide
I divine
Who's evil and who dies
Hobby horse
Across the White House lawn
The Great Cowboy Cornholio
Texas oil's favourite clown
Never far from his feed bag
Of pretzels frosted with cocaine
The Terror of Tiny Town
Sit him down
Spin him round
Got wars to plan
And people to kill
So decide
Bring 'em on
It'll be shock and awesome
On my ranch, under the stars
God tells me it's the end times
Mission accomplished
I do what I want
Rummy, make it so
Condi, give me a blow
Wee Wee's big adventure
Starts now
Seize the oil in the Middle East
Kill their ass with fake democracy
Show 'em who's the boss of this town
Magically they will learn to love
Baywatch, burgers and Israel
And the Terror of Tiny Town
9-11 was no conspiracy
More like Spinal Tap to me
Our empires goin' down
Even if we wipe Al Qaeda out
What will all the kids be like?
When we're all the Terror of Tiny Town
So what now?
He ain't gone
'Till they're all brought to justice for war crimes
So act fast
Or this lasts
Kuz before you know it,
Can I touch you here?
May I search your bags?
You have randomly been selected
Got a funny name and you look the part
Plus, I like the way
You bulge in your clothes
Yehhhh I love my job
Rock bottom pay never felt so hot
Big man, uniform and badge
Pedophile Santas ain't got nothin' on me
I love to feel sexy things
Other people's sexy things
I love to peek at people's things
Other people's private things
When I was young and someone's guest
I'd find a way to sneak upstairs
Peek in the closet, paw through the drawers
And feel a tingle up from below
Oh, how I love to find
New playthings for my mind
I file these thoughts away
Until I go on break
When I can finally touch myself
See your shiny jewels
On your neck and wrists
They could be weapons
We must play safe
So fork 'em over,
Or you're under arrest
Maybe you should have checked them
In your suitcase
Meanwhile, down below
What have we here?
Let's open this one up
Pills! Cash! Electronics to fence
Let's see you prove they were there
In the first place
Who is that behind
The one way mirror blind
Just little ol' me
And my non-dairy creme
Gotta wipe it up and go select
Someone new
Speaker: "Gimme an 'M'."
Crowd: "M!"
S: "Gimme an 'A'."
C: "A!"
S: "Gimme a 'U'."
C: "U!"
S: "Gimme an 'L'."
C: "L!"
S: "Gimme your money!"
C: "Sure!"
S: "What's that spell?"
C: "Maul!"
S: What's that spell?"
C: "Shopping Mall!!"
Excuse me pardon my greed
You're evicted, time to leave
Don't matter if you family's lived here 30 years
We're tripling the rent
Time's up, the sheriff's here
Too bad for you if you freeze out in the street
The croissant and cookie palace will symbolize the old neighborhood
whose soul has slowly died.
Been gentrified
[Chorus:]
That's progress, That's progress
Doesn't progress make you feel good inside?
Cameras catch you runnin' red lights,
Schoolrooms with no windows,
Computer picks your career at age 15,
Universal price code i.d.'s with the stripe the laser reads
and records where you've been, when you're sick and what you eat.
For every spy in government there's 50 private eyes
who round up dirt on you to keep on file then sell the file.
[Chorus]
Progress don't make me feel so good inside.
You can't live here,
We won't hire you,
We know all the nasty things you do.
Bought a dossier of your whole life
clear back to the pranks you did in school at age 5.
There's millions on file at the touch of a button
your boss or your landlord will love our choice cuts of gossip.
If it's lies, what can you do? 'cause it costs too much to sue.
The last person who'll ever see your file is you.
Had enough,
I moved back home to the mountains where i belong,
but ski resorts have tamed the wild west.
The hills we used to roam...
Now they're privately owned and scarred with cheezy suburbs and cement.
The 'tracts for sale' sign promises 'deer in your back yard'.
If the deer somehow get past the fences and guards and the industrial 'park'.
That's progress! That's progress!
Looks like i'll have to move to yellowknife
Progress-bleah! [x4]
Monogrammed toilet paper rollers that sing
Ever wonder who would buy these things?
The ones with plastic Santas in their yards
And custom license plates no one understands
Strength thru shopping
What a thrill
Who cares, they were on sale
Save more buying nothing at all
But it's the art of the deal
Fake glasses so people think I'm smart
Fitness toys by mail, I think I used 'em once
Found a quicker way
To dazzle the boys and girls
Silicone implants for he-man lumpy arms
Strength thru shopping
Make my day
Obey the call of the consumer
Give me convenience
Or give me death
Before I choke on myself
My car stereo's so loud and big
There's hardly anywhere for me to sit
Or make room for an inflatable doll or three
So I can take the carpool lane
And pass toll-free
Took a paid vacation on a train
My camcorder never left my face
Only put it down to recharge
At home I'll play it back
And see just where we've gone
Strength through shopping everywhere
Am I possessed by my possessions?
Online I never leave my chair
No one screws me
Kuz I'm protected
I'm protected
Still is still moving to me
I swim like a fish in the sea
All the time
But if that's what it takes to be free
I don't mind
Still is still moving to me
Still is still moving to me
And it's hard to explain how I feel
It won't go in words
But I know that it's real
I can be moving or I can be still
But still is still moving to me
First the urine test - now this
First the urine test - now this!
Why do all the best technology advances
Always wind up in the worst possible hands
Through DNA analysis
We may one day conquer disease
A "perfect" baby every time
By mapping and manipulating people's genes
Cosmetic surgery before you're born
Know in advance what you'll die of
Everyone is useful and the same
Swimmers bred like horses for Olympic teams
Life insurance? Be serious!
You have to get your genes screened first
Toxic chemicals? Fumes at work?
No sweat! Get a gene transplant
Otherwise you'll lose your job
Do you wanna wind up out in the streets?
And raise your children in campgrounds and shelters?
And beg to eat
There's too many sharks in the gene pool
Too many chewed up bodies on the shore
Too many sharks in the gene pool
Too many leftovers rotting all around us
First the urine test - now this!
Why do the best technological advances
Keep winding up as...
Uniform hybrid species
For fresh-looking pest-proof food
An apple can sit on the shelf for years
When we irradiate the molecules
But where did the nutrition go?
And what's taken it's place?
Slipshod tampering with science
Out of control factory farm eugenics
Slaughterhouses in lowa
Filled with tumor-infested cows
Failed experiments hidden 'til sold
To your local school lunch program
Grade D, but edible
Our food, our life, our attitude
Suffocating in what we refuse to recycle
Time bombs fester in every town
Billions of dollars spent every year
Searching for a cure for cancer
Why not spend that money instead
To wipe out pollution that causes the cancer
There's too many sharks in the gene pool
Too many screw-ups washing on shore
Too many sharks in the gene pool
Too many preventable accidents among us
Meryl Streep... where are you?
Where did American know how go
Why do Japanese build better stereos
Is it 'cos our best minds can't get a job
Except when they help make toys for the Pentagon
Germ warfare, more bombs
Germ warfare, more bombs
Our whole economy's based on fear and death
How long can we get away with this?
And we live here
Instead of better health we get A.I.D.S.
Instead of nourishment we get steroids
The most popular selections at celebrity sperm banks
Are sports heroes
Gap widens between the haves and the have-nots
Rich and powerful breed only with themselves
We all know what happens when too much of this happens
The offspring just ain't real bright
How else can you explain
The erosion of talent and the vision thing
To the point where the best that they can come up with
For our future role models and leaders
Are vicious blind machines
Like Albert Gore and Dan Quayle
Why do the best solutions and advances
Get thrown away in the worst possible hands
There's too many sharks in the gene pool
Too many carcasses washing on shore
Too many sharks in the gene pool
Avalanche of toxic guts all around us
We're incompetent as human beings
Even worse at playing God
Wrong people
Right place
Ruling class
Gets the only pass
To board the Ark
For outer space
In 2001
If I could travel back in time
I'd go to 1899
High in the Sierra Hills
And ride the lumber down the Sanger Flume
The Flume
Ride the Flume
Ride the Flume
Ride the Flume
Watch out for that tree
Forget log rides in amusement parks
This one's 50 miles long
Water slide with four foot sides
Down the mountain, 60 miles an hour
Drop through the Devil's Slide
Four thousand feet in 13 miles
Miss a curve, ya sail into space
Hope them 2 x 4's don't break
The Flume
Ride the Flume
Ride the Flume
Me and you
Va-va-voom!
Watch out for that tree
Watch out for that tree!
Around
Around
To the sides of the cliffs we cling
The trestle creaks
As we're swept across the canyon
100 feet below
Rickety timbers - please don't fail me now
Oh no...
Watch out for that tree
Watch out for that tree
Or it's pine cone sex face first
Believe me, if I were dicator
You know what I'd do! ?
Come to think of it,
There's a problem there
For aspiring tyrants like me and you...
Ever wonder what it'd really be like
To be your own dicator
Might be it's own kind of prison
Of total fear
Can't make love or go anywhere
Without bodyguards in your hair
Never know which trusted friend
Has plans to blow you away
3, 000 pairs of shoes
No one to talk to
'Nuff guns to kill everyone you own
The masses act so loyal
Yet you can't sleep in the same place twice
I wouldn't want to be a Noriega or Khadafi
Would you?
[Chorus:]
Power is boring
Power is boring
Power is boring
And ya know, I wonder how
The downtown crowd can stand themselves
Look sharp
Play to win
Through intimidation
That person at the next desk
Ain't your friend
He's your competitor
The only way to get promoted first
Is to get HIM first
Or else
Hi ho whadya know
They all got the same plan for you
Where do these people go
Between their daily meals of work
Too burnt and stressed
To even think of how to spend the money
No one to show it to
But people just like me-AGH!
[Chorus]
Hot damn, we're the headliners at last
Gonna show this scene a thing or two
Play games and help our friends
Now the phone rings all the time
It's all you fault
"You've been crowned king
Of what you used to warn us about"
Why play that game at all?
The ones who want the power THAT bad
Are missing something in their lives
Being scared of my friends
In ajunta, scene or business world
Is the most miserable existence
If Stewart talked, what would he say?
Enough to keep you here ten more years
Where we zap ya with our 'therapy'
Throw the switch on your fantasies
With our little electric ring
Clamped around your love thang
Flash ya pictures, Clockwork Orange-style
Let's see what makes Stewart smile
Yow! Yow! Yow! Try not to expand
Yow! Yow! Yow! Don't trip the Plethysmograph
If the machine catches you erect
Ain't no way you're getting' outta here
Back to aversion therapy
As we watch our toys watch you
Flood your face with ammonia gas
And scent of rotting placentas
Little electric shock or two
This is how we cure you
Yow! Yow! Yow! Don't let it expand
Yow! Yow! Yow! Can't trick the Plethysmograph
Little girls and boys, Panties past their thighs
Try not to rise 3 strokes you're out!
Comely amputees scratch themselves for fleas
Down at Muscle Beach 3 strokes you're out
Grand Wizard Newt in a sailor suit
Dancing with a flute
3 strokes you're out!
Brazilian babes titties made of clay
Spread their waxy legs for Great Danes
Who invents this stuff? Do their kids join cults?
What do they fantasize to get themselves off
Wanna see child porn? Join the vice squad
In the name of correction we play with all we want
Nothing is private any more
Lie detectors were never this fun
Says the Attorney General Man
As he ends the morning prayer meeting
Back to his office for electronic ring
Clamps it on his sinful thang
Rewind the tape, lemme see some more
So I can feel my eagle soar
Yow! Yow! Yow! He's speaking in tongues
Yow! Yow! Yow! Now he can't shut it off
Yow! Yow! Yow! Crashing through the glass
Well, I don't care if it rains or freezes
Long as I have my plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car
Through all trials and tribualtions
We will travel every nation
With my plastic Jesus I'll go far
CHORUS
Plastic Jesus, plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car
Through all trials and tribulations
We will travel every nation
With my plastic Jesus I'll go far
Riding down a thorooughfare
With his nose up in the air
A wreck may be ahead, but He don't mind
Trouble coming He don't see
He just keeps His eye on me
ANd any other thing that lies behind
Plastic Jesus, Plastic Jesus
Riding on the dasboard of my car
Though the sunshine on his back
Makes Him peel, chip and crack
A little patching keeps Him up to par
When pedestrians try to cross
I let them know who's boss
I never blow the horn or give them warning
I ride all over town
Trying to run them down
And it's seldom that they live to see the morning
Plastic Jesus, plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car
His halo fits just right
And I use it for sight
And they'll scatter or they'll splatter near and far
If I weave around at night
And the police think I'm tight
They'll never find my bottle, though they ask
Plastic Jesus shelters me
For His head comes off, you see
He's hollow, and I use Him for a flask
Plastic Jesus, plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car
Ride with me and have a dram
Of the blood of the Lamb
Plastic Jesus is a holy bar
Plastic Jesus, plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car
But I think he'll have to go
His magnet ruins my radio
And if we wreck he'll leave a scar
Plastic Jesus, plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car
Once His robe was snowy white
Not it isn't quite so bright
Your least favorite video game
Is about to come to life
Homeless hordes crash downtown barriers
Desks are flying through the glass
Precious software everywhere
Sorcerer's apprentice has returned
Tried to kill them off with crack
Never quite prepared
For when untouchables touch back
New Rome is falling, let's dance
The pets
The pets
The pets
Pets eat their master
The pets
The pets
The pets
Pets eat their master
Desperate hungry cannibals
Barbecue executives
Slowly on rotisseries in the street
"3 strikes you're out" Prisoners
Bustin' loose, headin' for the burbs
With wicker men
For upper crust dessert
Everything that grows is gone
Freeways jammed
Sewers all clogged
One by one
Toilets blow to smithereens
Doctors by the meat machine
Say, "You're no good for Soylent Green
But prime for a McDonalds happy meal"
When The pets
The pets
The pets
Pets eat their master
Pets
The pets
The pets
Pets eat their master
Sewage blows
From barges back to shore
Hissing germs
Shellac the beachfront homes
Confused fundamentalists
Look up, "Is this the rapture?"
President peers out and says
"Have you got some grey poupon?"
The pets
The pets
The pets
Pets eat their master
The pets
The pets
Pets eat their master
Pets
The pets
The pets
When you jump
At the sight of your neighbour
Arm yourselves against them instead
Stiffened up like a porcupine, Oh yeah
Welcome to Panicland
Doncha know it's a trap
Feel it snap
Then you crack
P-P-P-Panicland
5PM, see the lemmings flee
Past their gated non-communities
Mortgaged lives
To pay for the privilege, Oh yeah
To lock themselves safely in jail
I say it's a trap
Feel it snap
Then you crack
P-P-P-Panicland
Crime
Everywhere
Evil's all I see or read or hear
Duck and cover
Under the bed
Protect home and family
From THEM
Call the Army
Call the Guard
Someone's kid somewhere
Might be on drugs
We won't stop
Til we got
A SWAT team
In every garage
Ahhhhh P-P-P-Panicland
Wet brown hordes
Flood the magic kingdom
Lock 'em up, throw away the key
You can't fly if your name is Mohammed
Or Ali
Kuz we're terrorized
By terror on TV
It's just one more trap
Feel it snap
Then you crack
P-P-P-Panicland
Yeah
That's right
Up a tree
Fake 50's clothes
Fake 50's food
Classic gas-guzzling dream cars
In more ads on the tube
Fake home-made cookies
Like Mommy used to make
Nostalgia for an age
That never existed
Do you remember
Art-deco knick-knacks and flings
The stars on the silver screen
Made you forget Hooverville
View the world
Through Time Life and Nick-at-Nite
Nostalgia for an age
That never existed
All the stars had a pretty face
Children and negroes knew their place
Blocks of happy families
With Moms and Dads all in love
Or are these wholesome memories
Really from reruns on TV
Fake sixties
Mask our leaders sleaze
Is it really a new beginning
With Confederate Kennedys?
Fake Camelot
Before everything went wrong
Nostalgia for an age
That never existed
Do you remember
The Summer of Love
Vietnam, mini-skirts and drugs
Rebellion was so much fun
Tell your own kids
To say no to that
Nostalgia for an age
That never existed
Turn that MTV racket off
So your folks can listen to "classic" rock
Mellow out to the same old songs
Again and again and again
Do you wonder or even care
How you wound up such a square
If you can't stand "The Big Chill"
Get out of the freezer
Can't stand The Big Chill
Get out of the freezer
Everything old is new again
It all comes back, just wait your turn
But somehow the magics always missing
Giving up on future dreams
To dwell on rosy memories
Will make sure your best days
Are in the past
Nostalgia for an age that never existed
Nostalgia for an age that never existed
Do you remember
Being the first punk in your town
Outlaw #1
For the t-shirt you had on
Now you stay at home
Mad at the whole scene
For refusing to freeze
In 1983
Why can't all the bands reform
Stick to playing their old songs
It ain't punk
If it ain't just like the old days
That was then, this is now
Suckling up to the sacred cow
Can leave you stuck in the mud
With it's remains
Nostalgia for an age that never existed
Now it's signed
Text classified
Nations are now corporate colonies
Robber barons
In high castles
Have the nerve to call this free trade
Unh Unh
Gill net kills
Fought so hard to stop it all for years
Sweatshop kids in Nike Town
Globalize means downsize
Your rights to theirs
Tweet-tweet-tweet-tweedle-da-da
Tweet-tweet-tweet-tweedle-da-da
A ha-ha-ha!
NAFTA GATT- cha
"We are being farmed"
NAFTA GATT- cha
"Every time we buy"
NAFTA GATT- cha
"We are their serfs"
New Feudalism
Remember the name
Forced loans from the World Bank
Soon your countries sank
No food or medicine
Just factories, mines and dams
Peasant revolts arise
Like pesky little flies
We swat 'em down
Pull off their legs
One by one
NAFTA GATT- cha
"We are being farmed"
NAFTA GATT- cha
"Every time we buy"
NAFTA GATT- cha
"We are their serfs"
New Feudalism
Remember the name
Thank you, Osama
You are the savior
Of our economy today
Now that the dot coms
Choked on their stock frauds
Goldmine's Homeland Security
Why not hire half the country
To spy on the other half?
No more unemployment
Or privacy enjoyment
Think of the dividends
Who can we trust?
We trust McGruff The Crime Dog
Our O.G. TV Narc
Since you've accepted being drug tested
At work, At school, At play, At home
You'll each rejoice at
Your new companion
Who follows you everywhere you go
Always dressed in a trenchcoat
And a McGruff doggie mask
Never know who they are
Kuz you know better than to ask
Who can we trust?
We trust McGruff The Crime Dog
Total Awareness
He sees you when you're sleeping
He knows when you're awake
He knows when you've been bad or good
So be good for the sake of
McGruff the Crime Dog
Watching your every move
Your guardian angel in a doggie mask
In bed while you're asleep
No home invasions
Beside you when you get it on
No date rape
Stick a thumbtack up your butt
When you're slacking on the job
Together
We will protect our way of life
Report all suspicious activity
Turn in your friends
Keep your home terrorist free
Take a Bite Out of Crime
When I was young
Saw football games
At the great big stadium
Could tell the fans
From out of town
By the clown suits they had on
20, 000 red cowboy hats
Means cornhuskers to you
Mickey Mouse beans
With tiger ears
Shows you cheer ol' Mizzou
Let's not forget the Razorbacks
From the U. of Arkansas
With plastic pig snouts
On their heads
Soooooeeeeeeing, "How 'bout them Hawgs?"
That's mascot mania
I work all week
At a job I hate
Where everything goes wrong
Weekends what I live for
To your church I belong
I cross the street in San Francisco
When a chump comes out of a bar
Yelling "Forty-fuckin-Niners, man"
With his gold and red jacket on
In Cleveland, throwing dog biscuits
Shows how much you love them Browns
While Bronco fans just hang their heads
When the Superbowl comes around
Raider jacket dollars
Got the White Sox wearin Black
Statues of Joe Paterno
Sold in gift shops at Penn State
That's mascot mania
Don't make fun of religious rituals
In any place
Lord help you if you laugh
While they do this with a straight face
Outside of the United States
It gets even more bizarre
In Tokyo they got a baseball team
They call the Carp
The Salmonbellies are the pride
Of New Westminster B.C.
C'mon Greg Werkman, what's a Hoosier?
And why do they throw chairs?
When Sudbury Ontario's
Hockey team scores a goal
They drag a stuffed wolf
Across the ice
A fan shot at it once, ya know
That's mascot mania
Blue Streak
Horned Frogs
Long Horns
Trojans
Someone better tell Tipper Gore
About the names of these here teams
Tar Heals
Gamecocks
Blue Devils
Crimson Tide
Real Indians
Sick of Redskins
And Tomahawk chops
It seems to me
That to stay mean
These names should change with time
The New York Muggers
Detroit Murders
And Chicago Mob
Boston Bigots
Texas Swindlers
And the L.A. Cops
Miami Drugs
New Jersey Dumps
Take on the Denver Smog
Seattle Fads
New Orleans Hoods
Milwaukee Cannibals
San Diego Jarheads
And the Arizona Drought
That's mascot mania
Go, Carp, go!
Salmonbellies rule!
Hit 'em harder Cops!
But, a hockey team called The Mighty Ducks?
Head explode when Dallas Oswalds
Meet Washington Bribes
Home team band plays Cop Killer
When L.A. comes to town
Pittsburgh Polluters
Houston Drive-Bys
Don't stir near the fear
When the Florida Abortion Bombers
Meet the San Francisco Queers
That's mascot mania
Anywhere you go
The games the same old thing
Bet your money on the Bribes
Let's go burn ole Nashville down
Set it all aflame
BBQ the greedheads
Made country weak and tame
Burn burn Nash Vegas
Char it's rancid soul
Burn burn Branson too
Make a big black hole
Country music is killing itself
Tryin' to be what it ain't
Garth Brooks sells as many as Manilow
Lee Greenwood is a saint
Burn burn Jimmy Bowen
Damn your puny soul
Burn burn Jimmy Bowen
Country can't be sold
Any fool can wear a hat
And not move when they play
But the lonesome howl of the white trash wolf
Can't be heard today
Burn burn the fake cowboys
The Vegas showbiz shit
Burn burn Branson too
Sold your soul for a hit
Let's go burn ole Nashville down
Burn it to the ground
Let's go burn ole Nashville down
Save the country sound
Burn burn soulless swine
Crossover igit pukes
Burn burn lyin' cheaters
Jesus was a terrorist
Enemy of the state
That's what the Romans labeled him
So he was put to death
He died for his beliefs
What's changed today?
Today bible-thumping cannibals
Reap money from his name
Buy cable networks & power
With old ladies' checks
If Jesus saw Pat Robertson
What do you think he'd say?
Tax-free they re-write our laws
And sick 'em on you
Women don't control their bodies
TV preachers do
Censor everything from bathing suits
To science books
From the schoolroom to the bedroom
They want our thoughts - or else
They treat us like the Romans
Used to treat the Christians
Even some churchgoing folks are scared
Modern catacombs of fear
Built with money, power and threats
Rock'n'roll is labeled porn
Sell a record, you're under arrest
Instead of fighting AIDS
They try to stop us having sex
They brag that they won't quit
Til they take dominion over our lives
Is freedom of speech such a terrorist act
Is spiritual peace such a satanic threat
Believe what you want
But we'll fight to keep
The sun sets on the desert
Of Thee Evil Empire
The seeds of Mass Destruction
Are still very much alive
All we got were lousy weapons
Piled up from the Cold War
The free market wrecked our country
To the black market we go
Hand grenades way up to nuke toys
From Afghanistan to Latvia
We will sell to anyone
Who wants the Bomb
So the conga line of missiles
Dances out of storage sites
Past the checkpoints left abandoned
Kuz the guards all took a bribe
And on all the hot spots
Gettin' tired of being stomped on
By great satans and their neighbors
This will change if we have the bomb
Spread gift-wrapped do-it-yourself kits
Pay our debts to the World Bank
Before you can say Islam
Before you can say Saddam
Who's got the bomb? Islamic Bomb
For a real Axis of Evil
Keep an eye on free enterprise
Like our top secret project
At a warehouse right in town
No one here knows all the details
We just ship components out
Selling to the highest bidder
If we don't, someone else will
To third parties in Third countries
You can't stop what you can't find
This is what we wanted all along
Now the arms race can go on and on
10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1
Piss ant little countries
They were getting in our way
Trying to claim their soil's riches
Tellin us we have to pay
So we tricked their wacky rulers
To go wipe each other out
Russian Roulette regime change
In a sea of mushroom clouds
Dying peasants slave at gunpoint
All their oil is finally ours
Life will never be
Quite like it was
Hide in our Green Zones
Til Jesus comes
But we fixed you all
Here's to fear
'Nother circus election year
Clown-didates pretend they're human beings
Here's the ads
We vote and someone wins
That's all we're allowed to really change
Flatscreen flatscreen on the wall
Who's the best marketed of all
Best disguising what an asshole
They really are
I've had enough of this
We've had enough of this
Audacity to exploit hope for cash
I won't give up
I won't give up
I won't give up
It's not an option
Ain't a fight
Red, blue, or black and white
It ain't like changing channels on TV
Ain't left or right
Or donkeys and elephants
It's the top against the bottom
That is real
The good uprisings
They seem to come in waves
Splash! Then recede
Then splash again
Don't believe the hype
We're the ones being patriotic
When we rise
To fight
Our government
When they're wrong
I won't give up
I won't give up
I won't give up
It's not an option
While everybody around me
Feels broken down and defeated
I feel this surge of energy
I wanna rock and roll
Let my sick humor explode
Smile as I set everything on fire
So in my own small way
I'd rather make history
Than watch it on TV
So I made a vow
And you can do it now
Corporations can't have me
Insurrection
Streets, votes, with our cash
Goodbye Coca-Cola
And chain stores
Holier than thou
Whine you ain't done enough
Well, doing something's
Better than doing nothing at all
We stopped Vietnam
Got civil rights and new deals
Kuz we kept a blowtorch up their ass
All that stands in the way
Of more wars and Abu Ghraibs
Ain't messiahs
It is us
I won't give up
I won't give up
I won't give up
Down in Hamlet, North Carolina
They had a chicken plant sure did explode
Them tar heels trapped like burnin' rats
Cuz the boss man chained the door closed
My mama was born in
A town called Hamlet
Sleepy little place on the Seaboard line
My papa worked on the railroad
And my granny went out her mind
One day the railroad
It went busted
Like Richmond County ain't broke enough
So this Yankee carpetbagger
Figured to make a little money on Hamlet's bad luck
Built a brand new chicken fixin' plant
And they paid that minimum wage
But the boss man said no unions
Or he'd move his plant far away
Merele Etta Johnson
She was late for work
Heard a thunderin' roar out on the highway
Musta been NASCAR over at Rockingham
Or just Merle Etta's judgment day
8:15 in the mornin'
Chicken plant burst into flames
People trampled, squashed and burned up
Just to keep the profit margin
One iota higher
Everybody gotta work in this world
Some folks lucky-some folks ain't
But that bastard that chained the doors shut
I'm gonna rip him through p!
When I was a little boy
With a buzzsaw hair cut
Go down to Hamlet, watch the trains
Now the tourists stop on the highway
Around our nation's capital
There's a freeway 8 lanes wide
White concrete ringed around the city
For those who want inside
Get on get off
Ignore everything to the sides
In your midst I drive
While homeboys in the back of the van make drugs
Wanna hide something like a crack lab
Just put it in plain sight
Only stop to refuel and unload
More poison to tear more lives apart
Gang wars like never before
Better lock your doors, buy some guns
And pray (prey?) for martial law
On the Washington D.C. Beltway
Around and around I go
In the black van with no windows
And a chimney puffing smoke
Bloody headlines in the news each day
Drug "crisis" everywhere
So much comes in so easy
It's as though someone wants it there
It would be a little obvious
To fence off all the slums
Hand out machine guns
To the poor in the projects
And watch 'em kill each other off
A more subtle genocide is when
The only hope for the young
Is to join the Army and slowly die
Wall Street or Crack Dealer Avenue
The last roads left to the American Dream
Wall Street or Crack Dealer Avenue
Wall Street or Crack Dealer Avenue
Only on road leads to this neighborhood
Little kids wanna sell drugs when they grow up
The folks might get just a little upset
If they knew where that dope comes from
From Columbia to the Contras
To our Air Force bases, where we trade it for guns
The moral equivalent of a serial killer
And his CIA friends
Call the shots from the White House
But now that we own the media too
Those stories just aren't run
On the Washington D.C. Beltway, 'round and 'round I go
In a black van with no windows, and a chimney puffing smoke
Some gang that ran smack in Viet Nam
Ain't got no reason to fear
Just get a Vice President so dumb
The crook at the top never gets impeached
That sure was easy wasn't it?
That sure was easy wasn't it?
More crack-more panic-moe cops-more jails
You see emergency-total war
You see emergency-total war
You see a black face-you see a crackhead
You see a black face-you see a crackhead
You see a black face-you see Willie Horton with a knife
You see Willie Horton with a knife
You see one Willie Horton you've seen them all
They're everywhere, I know
You asked for it, you've got it
Drug suspects have no rights at all
Property seized and sold before trial
Labor camps-on American soil! ?
Neo-Nazi bootboys
That the cops never seem to arrest
Prowl neighborhoods with baseball bats
Why now? Why do they get so much press... ?
Mein Kampf-the mini series
Ollie North-"patriotic" hero
The leader for tomorrow is yours today
Finally gotcha psyched for a police state
On the Washington D.C. Beltway
Around and around I go
In a black van with no windows
And a chimney puffing smoke
My van's a mobile oven now
That burns the bodies you never see
Just like in Chile or Guatemala
People just seem to disappear
Just like Rome
We fell asleep when we got spoiled
Ignore human rights in the rest of the world
Ya might just lose your own
As the noose of narco-militarism
Tightens 'round your necks
We worry about burning flags
And pee in jars at work
To keep our jobs
But if someone came for you one night
And dragged you away
Do you really think your neighbors
Would even care...
Ollie for president, he'll get things done!
Ollie for president, he'll get things done!
I am a product of the television age
Zoom in on what's important
Get the point right away
A modern lack of patience
Is it a virtue?
Hardly ever read books
Devours easily few
I say it again
We all believe what we want to believe
Don't just question authority
Question everything
Felt I had to confess
In Ginsberg's apartment
My literary background's mostly songs and cartoons
He said 'Oh, that's just fine'
I sort of felt relieved
But when I hurl my word bombs
How much should be believed?
I say it again
We all believe what we want to believe
Don't just question authority
Don't forget to question me!
Oh yeah, that's right
It takes?
With insight
The pressure of being taken seriously
Breathing down on me
To keep up with my extremes
And keep on planting seeds
Joyous sabotage
So far so good
Now where do we go from here?
It always feels weird
When people come up to me
And say I changed their lives
I say 'Now it's your turn to start a fire! '
Start your own fire
Ya-Ha-Ha
Ho Ho Ho
Shipped your job to Mexico
But we got plans for all of you to re-train
Pit the whole world against each other
For who will work for the lowest wage
The rest of you can die
As epidemics rage
Worked hard all your life
Now you must go on line
And stare all day
At a little plastic screen
Electronic plantation
Electronic plantation
Same old job
Now you're just a temp
Less pay, no benefits
No raise, no vacation
Or sick leave days
Chain the slaves to the oars
Faster, faster, row some more!
In carpel tunnel caverns
Til you break
We monitor you all
Every time you leave your chair
Or talk on the phone
One minute overtime
At the toilet
And you're fired
Electronic plantation
Electronic plantation
Only use we've left for you
Is burn you at both ends
Locked in the research triangle
Shirtwaist fire's flames
Lot's of people need your job
And you can be replaced
Replaced
Replaced
Unemployed and overqualified
Strikers who gave their lives
Fighting for basic human rights
That don't mean nothing anymore
Got you back down on the floor
Through the WTO
Rich get richer
Poor get poorer
Factory or PHD
You are all termites now
Laptop is your ball and chain
Til we downsize you away
Shop at home
Is your reward
Your best friend is a mouse
Electronic plantation
Electronic plantation
Electronic plantation
We are the locusts
And it's time for the plague
The Chick tracts and gun nuts
Warned you was here
Profiled as bad seeds
Since before we could read
Monkey wrenching world orders
Is how we party
Red alert, orange alert
Every flavor of Fruit loops alert
Your precious way of life
Is under attack from inside
We won't buy and we'll try
To rot your house of cards
From the inside out
Sacred Corporate logos
Are the new swastikas
To the proud to be
Patriotically incorrect hordes
Deep fried society
Has gone to the wolves
While we eat away
From inside the bones
Gnaw Gnaw Nibble Nibble
Chew Devour Scrape Deflower
They know who we are
So why not just get worse?
We won't buy and we'll try
To torch all you hold dear
From the inside out
We've come for your children
We've come for your friends
To save them from becoming
Respectable citizens
A prank a day
Keeps the dogleash away
Join the new Boston Tea Party
You can't have us, You can't have us
You can't have our money
You can't have our time
You can't have our souls
You can't have our lives
Termites are loose in the house of cards
Rise! RISE!
The night was dark and stormy
And the roads were wet with rain
As Jimmy Jones rolled on and on
His destination Maine
He'd like to stop and rest awhile
But the freight just wouldn't keep
His body ached his mind felt numb
His eyes had closed with sleep
He thought about the time he lost
With a woman Mary Lou
And then his thoughts turned to his wife
He'd promised he'd be true
Temptation had stepped in his path
And he had failed the test
But if he stopped he knew his conscience
Wouldn't let him rest
[Chorus:]
Roll along (roll along)
Roll along (roll along)
Convoy in the sky
Convoy in the sky
There in the night he saw the lights
A truck stop just ahead
One cup of coffee he would have
Enough to clear his head
As he stepped on the running board
Strange music he did hear
And suddenly before his eyes
The truck stop disappeared
There in it's place a trailer sat
The color black as death
And seated there beneath the wheel
Sat the devil himself
And Jimmy's heart was filled with fear
For there before his eyes
A caravan of trailers came
A rollin' through the skies
[Chorus]
The riders told of deeds they'd done
And detours they had made
Now driving for the devil
Was the price that they had paid
There is no time to stop and rest
He heard the devil cry
As he led that convoy on across
The dark and stormy sky
When the elite few
Paid to elect me
Promised y'all I'd clean up
All the filth around here
Spread some dirty lies
'Bout my opponent's past
All the while I danced behind
That Family Values ® mask
Works every time
My opponent's penis
Is the great threat of our time
And I love it
Yeh eh eh Yeh eh eh
I love it
Yeh eh eh Yeh eh eh
To the sheep I preach
The gospel of the Lord
When I'm with you, baby
It's the gospel of Irving Klaw
When the full moon rise
Let me feel you baby
Don't you want to keep your job?
Got a can of coke
And a black corvette
Clarence peeping Thomas
Wants you riding his broom stick
And don't you know I love it
Yeh eh eh Yeh eh eh
I love it
Yeh eh eh Yeh eh eh
I'm clean as a thistle
I'm clean as a thistle
Sharp little thistle
Spiny little thistle
Best you make your plans
Around mine
Before I do away
With this sin and scum, aw right
Gotta see it for myself
With my bare naked eye
Driver, take me to the sleaze
Don't you know who I am?
Let me in!
Okay, okay, ok, ok
Here's a $50
Now will you forget I'm here
President McMuffin
Cigar caked with goo
Opinion polls state clearly
Man, I'd fuck her too
Bible-thumping gents
Stage an impeachment
While they get it on
At night on top of their desks
Peek-a-boo and wretch
Republican buttocks
Flapping skyward in the wind
Lie to start a war
Killing millions
Ain't impeachable
Like wayward weenie moistening
That's why I love it
Yeh eh eh Yeh eh eh
I love it
Yeh eh eh Yeh eh eh
Clean as a thistle
Clean as a thistle
Sharp little thistle
Spiny little thistle
Someone's dad passed out in the street
The wind-up key worker bees
Buzz right on by
At night he still lies
There 'cos nobody cares
Insects with briefcases ignore him
Been lying here for days
Not my problem, man
Look man, this is New York
Now the rats are coming to feed
Every night they bring more and more of their friends
Immune to rat poison, totally unafraid
And this is a very special treat indeed
They crawl up my pantleg / I'm too weak to move
No one hears my cries as they start on my toes
Their teeth are like razors as they gnaw at my hands
It sure beats McDonald's so get it while it lasts
Chew Devour
Chew Devour
Chew Devour
Chew Devour
See the headline in the Post?
No one helped that old man for a week
They're homeless cos they wanna be
Let's talk about sports
Watch 'em tear that old building down
On the way home
But when a bulldozer pops the rubble like a pimple
Volcanoes of rats swarm all over us like bees
As big as a cat, not afraid to chase people
Or nibble on the wipers and vinyl roofs of cars
People are panicking, the cops have all fled
A shotgun will only kill one at a time
And it won't be the last time we run for our lives
From those teeth sinking into our arms and legs
Chew Devour
Chew Devour
Chew Devour
Chew Devour
Mmm Mmm Good
City fathers see a bright future ahead
Where the poor no longer exist
Drive the neighborhood people away from their homes
Paint 'em over and quadruple the rent
Isolate the undesirables in places like Harlem
Our Sowetos without walls
If they won't go away
Cops smash their heads
Like they did in Tompkins Square
Those stories give me the creeps
I hope I didn't miss that last train
Some smart-ass plastered life-size pictures of rats
On the walls of the subway station
Funny joke
It's so quiet down here
It's a little too quiet down here
Who's that across the tracks
Smoldering eyes are glaring up at me
Inching closer and closer, almost laughing out loud
The train finally comes, but it won't even stop
Not here, not tonight
I'm off in an hour, I don't wanna get involved
With some guy in a suit fighting rats off his face
Just leave 'em to the night, they'll be gone the next day
Chew Devour
Chew Devour
Chew Devour
When I die you will find
My body clean and shaved
Do not touch my genitals
Without gloves on your hands
Let no one come near me
If they are female
Watch on my left hand
Perfume made just for men
Purify my soul from unclean things
Pray all night
Sharpen knives to slaughter swift and clean
Prophet says the animal should not feel any pain
Oh God forgive me for all my sins
The time of fun and waste has gone
Judgment has arrived
Wedding in paradise
The black-eyed virgins call
Come hither, friend of god
God is great God is love
We must kill infidels
I don't care if I do
What's right in the sight of men
Important thing is for me
To do right in God's sight
Annoint me with cooking oil
I'm Daniel in the Den
Baby killers and calico cats
You shall feel my wrath
Yeh yeh-eh Yeh-eh God is Great
Yeh yeh-eh Yeh-eh God is Love
No No-o God but God
We must kill in-fi-dels.
I am ready to become a martyr
Give the most precious thing I have
Fight with my heart to the last drop
Of blood... Blood
Why do we hate you so
To blow ourselves up to blow up you
Every time you bomb our lands
It might be time for you to ask
What will their kids be like?
What will their kids be like?
Killin' time, blending in
A smile and a paper hat
Feel jihad each time I ask
Would you like fries with that?
Our Bruce Wayne, complete with cave
Dispatched crime-fighting bats
Think like me for a minute or three
You'll come up with a way
To slip right though your gates
You'll never be secure
You'll never be secure
There is no God
I'm getting tired of being legendary and broke
And I'm too damn weird to hold no straight job
My checkbooks feeling unfulfilled
Being an old underground die-hard
Won't pay the kid's dental bills
My Dad sez I got to learn to compromise
So I figure now's about that time
Now that I've run out of things to say
That alone will make my music Pay
Buy my snake oil
I used to be so angry
I ain't getting any younger
Now I'm eager to please
C'mon and buy my snake oil
Till my well runs stinking dry
I'll be your Rondo Hatton
I'll be your Dwight Frye
Get mighty jealous watching
My old roommates getting signed
The world owes me a living
I want my taste of the pie
Woh-oh-oh
Buy my snake oil
Meet my new band: Tits Ass and Money
The most meaningless deliberately watered down music I have ever made
Sing about my self instead of what's going on
Company tells me how my records should sound
Do what my manager tells me to
Every inch a rocking dude
Random shuffling same old cards
Bring on the night, she done me wrong
I love my weenie and I love my car
Man it's such hell being a rock -n- roll star
I'll tour 'till you wish I'd go home
Moan about my life on the road
200 overdubs to sound sincere
From now on every album sleeve's
Just a great big picture of me
Buy my snake oil
Critics cheer how I've matured
Got top management behind me, man
Phone rings like never before:
"I grew up on your stuff, man
It means so much to me.
I can hear it jinglin' now
In commercials selling beer..."
I got wiggle girl videos
In heavy rotation
If I dye my skin white enough
I'll buy me the elephant man
Woh-oh-oh
Buy my snake oil
And remember you got what you pay for
And if that doesn't work
I've got another idea
Now that I've signed on the dotted line
I'll call my music alternative
Same word those lovely people used
To hype the Knack in 1980
Join the
College dollar emo-jangle
Spoiled white music for spoiled white people
Pat those slackers on the head
To stroke and profit off of their fears:
"Yeah man, It's Okay
Feel sorry for yourself all day
Life sucks cause it ain't easy
Happiness should be handed to me..."
Buy my snake oil
Cleansed of vision and sense
I'll bet your bottom dollar
You'll let me get away with this
I'll be your pregnant junkie
Help you sell cigarettes
Or a lonely tortured muscle hunk
That no one understands
Punk without rebellion
We call it grunge for you
I'll dress just like Don Henley
And sing just like him too
Boohoo-hoo-hoo-hooo
Boohoo-hoo-hoo-hooo
Boohoo-hoo-hoo-hooo
Boohoo-hoo-hoo-hooo
(Repeat till Burger King espresso arrives)
Down by the stream where my baby left me
I stand in my flannel shirt looking confused
A voice in the bushes say, "You got that look,
I'm from Geffen records How'd you like a million bucks."
O woh ho Poor pitiful me
Born white in the worlds richest country
I can't have my way life is so depressing
Nothing's as important as me and my girl
And if that still doesn't work
I got another idea
Give in
Ride the punk nostalgia wave
For all it's worth
Recycle the name of my old band
For a big reunion tour
Sing all those hits from the "good ol' days"
'Bout how bad the good ol' days were
And the orthodox
Fundamentalist faction of the crowd
Will say "Hooray!"
How politically correct
He's quit trying different ideas at last
Obeying the same kind of stodgy rules
Punk used to rebel against
Buy my snake oil
This is all I've got to say
Unless this is your radio
Looks like you already have
Yeah, keep buying my snake oil
'Til my well runs stinking dry
I'll be your institution
Until the day I die
Who cares if inspirations gone
It's safe in this here stall
I'll give the fans just what they want
And nothing else at all
Woh-oh-oh
Buy my snake oil
Buy, Buy, Buy B-B-Buy-Buy
My snake oil
And remember
Crossing the land
On vacation
Saw lots of families
So much like ours
All they got left
Piled in their cars
Can't get those desperate faces
Off our minds
But now we're stuck
On that same road
Company shipped our jobs
To Mexico
Soup is good food
You made a good meal
But don't blame us
Blame the Japanese
Seasons of rust
Age of decline
Make cars that fall apart
People get wise
More sour grapes that never
Turn into wine
Just Burgers of wrath
Reached the Northwest
There's nothing left
Forest strip-mined away
The fish are dead
Executives
Twist things around
Got people they wiped out
All blaming owls
The ranger says she hates to
As she kicks us out
Our 30 days are up
At this campground
Tourist yell, "Get a job!"
There's none around
Just burgers of wrath
Par for the course
We're on the streets
Whole family begging change
In fog city
New job don't mean
Roof over our heads
Can't save enough
For first and last months rent
Try not to snap
Don't hit the kids
It's bad enough
Growing up like this
A storage space
Guard shines a light
We huddle in our locker
Quiet as mice
Just like mice
We've even got
Tuberculosis on the rise
Thousand more banks fail
Yet, the crisis is denied
President says, "Sacrifice..."
There's no new deal this time
Just burgers of wrath
On the top floor, from my penthouse
I survey what I rule
High rises
Thin curtains
All lights go out by two
No one ever sees me
Yet I know all of you
It's sort of like a small town
When your whole lives are on my computer
Ah... Ah...
All the power, none of the stress
So much better being hatchet man
Than a henpecked attention-starved target
Like the big man himself
Our goal is perpetual economic victory
We play with you to amuse ourselves
Our motives are personal
Our motives are political
Our motives are sexual
I know
Hi Ho Hi Ho Hi Ho
The laws we make for others
Don't apply to us
We do what we want
A lethargic population
Is the key to our control
Who'd rather watch someone's life on TV
Than participate in their own
Mentally they feel helpless
Physically they just give up
We priced the healthy food so high
They can only buy soda pop
A housebroken bee colony
That goes home after 5
Too burnt and glazed to threaten us
With purpose in their lives
Ah... Ah...
Ha Ha Ha
We drug their snacks at work
Mix hormones in kids lunch at school
Don't be a pill, it's good for you
The men grow up muscular
Short tempered and kinda dumb
The women develop those outrageous curves
The kind you only used to see
In the movies and magazines
We banned and rounded up for ourselves
Hi-Ho
Hi-Ho
It's off to do our work you go
We melt you with acid rain
Keep you poor for economic gain
Convince you your biggest threat
Is drugs and terrorists
They don't even have to be real
Just find a face, make up a crime
Run sensational headlines
Works every time
The people must not realize
They are being manipulated
For them to be manipulated effectively
We give 'em things to worry about
Buying clothes and losing weight
Your lack of curiosity
Is the key to our success
Your lack of curiosity is the key to our success
Hi Ho
Hi Ho
Hi Ho
Life's so simple and happy
We're bad So bad
We're bad So bad
We're bad So bad
We're bad
We're bad
We're bad
We're bad
We're bad
I feel it in my heart
I believe it in my soul
But we will never live
Long enough to know
Restless and curious
Down in my gut I know
That I will never ever
Want what I am told
We're bad So bad
We're bad So bad
We're bad So bad
We're bad
We're bad
We're bad
We're bad
We're bad
Mama told me from the start
Got the same rap at school
Heard it so much that now
Guess I believe it too
Su guess what kinda crowd
I hang around with now
Being bad is better
Than being nothing at all
Army ads looked so cool - i signed right up.
Besides, it was the only way could find a job.
"great place to start" and see the world womanize at discos
and fake going nuts to scam infirmary drugs
so send in the clowns the nato circus is here to protect you
your choice must be ours
yankee corruption or the big bad soviet threat
don't you feel secure sending our top guns to guard your sky?
flying their fighter planes upside down,
stoned out of their minds.
for a real hot time, how 'bout an air show crash?
or a g.i. riding a stolen tank through downtown manhattan
and off the riverbank where he drowns.
fall in with the clowns, remember,
nato is here to protect you with nuclear bombs that come to visit
and decided to stay.
[Chorus:]
attack! attack!
of the peacekeepers attack!
the charge of the joke brigade
in charge we can blow up the world more times than you
we'll show 'em we'll show 'em with radioactive subs
we'll show 'em we'll show 'em with missiles in your back yard
guarded by soldiers on acid during night watch
and generals who care only for fat pensions and bribes
if that don't scare the commies nothing will
except maybe our bradley tanks tripping over themselves
both powers have one goal in common:
to keep germany divided
never strong enough to start another world war occupied by the clowns
is it really you, nato is here to protect?
with berlin type walls when they came to visit
we all decided to stay.
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