Home | Search | FAQ

Displaying 1-7 of 7 messages in this thread.

Posted By	Discussion Topic: Some Dead Kennedys
adolescentmasturbator	posted on 04-29-2001 @ 4:35 PM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01	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 führer one day I will command all of you Your kids will meditate in school California über alles über alles california California über alles über alles california Zen fascists will control you 100% 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 über alles california California über alles über 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 croak, you little clown When you mess with President Brown California über alles über alles california California über alles über alles california E-Mail Me IM me at stickysituation2 The Fourth International Is At Hand. The Beatiful Hand of Socialism Will Come and Sweep Away the Imperialist Pigs. Crush Your Oppressors.
punkrocker	posted on 04-30-2001 @ 2:51 PM
Psychopath Registered: Jan. 01	POLICE TRUCK 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 ride, ride 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 doin' something wicked?" "no siree, jack, we're just givin' tickets" as we ride, ride, how we ride let's ride, lowride I Hate Punk Rock
punkrocker	posted on 04-30-2001 @ 3:04 PM
Psychopath Registered: Jan. 01	M.T.V.-GET OFF THE AIR fun fun fun in the fluffy chair flame up the herb woof down the beer -(click!)- hi i'm your video dj i always talk like i'm wigged out on quaaludes i wear a satin baseball jacket everywhere i go my job is to help destroy what's left of your imagination by feeding you endless doses of sugar-coated mindless garbage so don't create be sedate be a vegetable at home and thwack on that dial if we have our way even you will believe this is the future of rock and roll how far will you go how low will you stoop to tranquilize our minds with your sugar-coated swill you've turned rock and roll rebellion into pat boone sedation making sure nothing's left to the imagination m.t.v. get off the m.t.v. get off the m.t.v. get off the air get off the air see the latest rejects from the muppet show wag their tits and their dicks as they lip-synch on screen there's something i don't like about a band who always smiles another tax write-off for some schmuck who doesn't care m.t.v. get off the air and so it was our beloved corporate gods claimed they created rock video allowing it to sink as low in one year as commercial tv has in 25 "it's the new frontier," they say it's wide open, anything can happen but you've got a lot of nerve to call yourself a pioneer when you're too god-damn conservative to take real chances. tin-eared graph-paper brained accountants instead of music fans call all the shots at giant record companies now the lowest common denominator rules forget honesty forget creativity the dumbest buy the mostest that's the name of the game but sales are slumping and no one will say why could it be they put out one too many lousy records?!? m.t.v.-get off the air! now I Hate Punk Rock
punkrocker	posted on 04-30-2001 @ 3:05 PM
Psychopath Registered: Jan. 01	Just one more... GOVERNMENT FLU we got a drug we're gonna try it out on you won't make you die it'll getcha just a little bit sick chorus got a head cold got a chest cold and it's three days old (goin' on forever) make you hazy make you lazy drive you crazy for days and days and days and days and days and years barely got the time now to stay on the job double up the dosage in your water supply make you even sicker 'til you're slippin' away getting all depressed it's getting all your friends you can't get it up for nothing that'll rock the boat the government flu the government flu the government flu slip it abroad keep a-slowin' down the ussr but meanwhile we'll keep an eye on what it's doin' to you chorus got a head cold got a chest cold and it's three days old (goin' on forever) make you hazy make you lazy drive you crazy for days and days and days and days and days and days and days and days and days and days and days and days and days and days and days and years the government flu the government flu the government flu flew through you.... I Hate Punk Rock
adolescentmasturbator	posted on 04-30-2001 @ 5:26 PM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01	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... 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 leach 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 of rice a day Slave for soldiers till 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 pol pot, pol pot, pol pot, pol pot, 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 E-Mail Me IM me at stickysituation2 The Fourth International Is At Hand. The Beatiful Hand of Socialism Will Come and Sweep Away the Imperialist Pigs. Crush Your Oppressors.
punkrocker	posted on 04-30-2001 @ 6:10 PM
Psychopath Registered: Jan. 01	DEAD END once i had a close friend i knew him for quite a while he seemed alright to me we had this deal together tied up my money and time and then he went away taking all that was mine chorus oh, well, things crumble to an end hell, we all die in the end die in the end once it was fun to worry about who was in control could look into the future but now it don't seem right passion is filling the air profits are better than life and things are harder to bear chorus it's a dead end dead end dead end once i had a lover i knew her for quite a while she seemed alright to me but then she was gone she took my lovin' and time taking all that was mine and leaving me far behind chorus it's a dead end dead end dead end I Hate Punk Rock
adolescentmasturbator	posted on 04-30-2001 @ 7:08 PM
O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01	TERMINAL PREPPIE I go to college and that makes me so cool I lave at a dorm and show off by the pool I join the right clubs just to build an impression I block out thinking it won't get me ahead My ambition in life is to look good on paper All I want is a slot in some big corporation John belushi's my hero i lampoon and i ape him My news of the world comes from sports illustrated I'm proud of my trophies like my empty beer cans stacked in rows up the wall to impress all my friends No, i'm not here to learn I just want to get drunk and major in business and be taught how to fuck Win! win! I always play to win Wanna fit in like a cog in the faceless machine chorus I'm a terminal terminal terminal preppie terminal terminal terminal preppie terminal terminal terminal terminal terminal terminal terminal terminal I want a wife with tits who just smiles all the time In my centerfold world filled with springsteen and wine Some day i'll have power some day I'll have boats a tract in some suburb with thanksgivings to host chorus I'm a terminal terminal terminal preppie terminal terminal terminal preppie terminal terminal terminal preppie E-Mail Me IM me at stickysituation2 The Fourth International Is At Hand. The Beatiful Hand of Socialism Will Come and Sweep Away the Imperialist Pigs. Crush Your Oppressors.

Displaying 1-7 of 7 messages in this thread.