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.
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.
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 go to college. That makes me so cool. I live in 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.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 suburbwith Thanksgivings to host.I'm a terminal terminal terminal preppie terminal terminal terminal preppie terminal terminal terminal preppie.
Trust Your Mechanic
TV invents a disease. You think you have So you buy our drugs And soon you depend on them Pain is in your mind Gotcha comin' back for more Again and again and again and again Gonna rip you off Rip you off.
Doctor says you need surgery now Feelin' good 'til the side effects Fuck up something else You're ensnared by the medicine man Paying up the ass Again and again
Gonna rip you off. Trust your mechanic to mend your car
Bring it in to his garage He tightens and loosens a few spare parts One thing's fixed, another falls apart
And the rich eat you.A magazine says your face don't look quite right Unless you wear our brand new wonder creme tonight Never look right again Unless you grease your skin Again and again and again and again
Gonna rip you off. Told you're depressed So of course you see the psychiatrist Right when you hit your neuroses' roots He confuses you He fucks your head up worse Gotcha feeling helplessYou're comin' back for more Again and again Gonna rip you off Rip you off.
Trust your mechanic To make you well You're seeing an awful lot of him now The quicker he makes your life fall apart The more money you put in his pockets.
Trust your mechanic To plug your holes Trust him to make more Somewhere else Trust your mechanic He'll always come through And rip you off.
Well Paid ScientistYou're a well paid scientist
You only talk in facts You know you're always right
'Cause you know how to prove it Step by step.
A PhD to show you're smart With textbook formulas But you're used up Just like a factory hand. Chorus
Something is wrong here You won't find in on a shelf
You're well paid You're well trained You're tied to a rack. Company cocktails?gotta go Say the right thing
Don't fidget, jockey for position Be polite In the pyramid you hate Sip that scotch Get that raise This ain't no party at all.Chorus Cringe and tense up
Grind your teeth And wipe your sweaty palms Close your windows driving past The low life company bar They're making fun of you.AHHH!! Even youYou've gotta punch the clock Too scared to punch your boss When will you crack When will you crack When will you crack When will you open your eyes. Pull up to your sterile home
You're drained Bite the heads off of your kids Chew them well, they taste like you Just slam the door.
Assigned here 'cause your company owns the land All your colleagues live there too Private guards in golf carts Keep you safe at home? ChorusWhen will you crack
When will you crack When will you crack When will you crack. The dark shattered underbelly Of the American dream Avoid it like the plague It stares you from your bathroom mirror Drown!
Buzzbomb Buzzbomb Macho-mobile The road's my slave
That's how I feel I cruise alone I cruise real far I don't love you I love my car. 'Cross Nevada At 110 Highway 50 And there's nobody there Sign says, "Next sign 30 miles". I work all week, each penny saved Buys more escape from home I'd rather cruise around all day
Than save up for a move. Plow thru rest area San-O-Lets
Splat! goes the lonely salesman. Wanking in the men's room Buzzbomb Buzzbomb Tape up loud Blue piss clinging to my windshield Faster faster in my car. Buzzbomb is my pride and joy King of the trailer court Waiting for the perfect chick Who'll love me for my car.I tell her why I'm cool She coos back just what I like When I pretend she's near. Zip through Ely Where Pat Nixon was born The cops 'round here sure looking bored Flashing sirens?state patrol. They're scratching up my gorgeous paint job Shooting out my tires Ain't no way to go to heaven Buzzbomb cornered at the 7-11.
No junk food, just earthly goods I ate weird berries in the woods Now I'm seeing colors, I'm getting higher
I think I'll start a forest fire. There's a forest fire climbin the hill Burning wealthy California homes
Better run run run run run run From the fire. But some of us stay and watch And we think of your insurance costs And we laugh laugh laugh laugh laugh laugh At your lives. Windows covered with bars Security guards
Is that a house or a fortress? Against the rest of the world. Windows covered with bars Security guards
Is that a house or a prison How you gonna get out?
Electric bull and your tennis courts Pink sports cars and your boats Getting fried fried fried fried fried fried By the fire. Windows covered with bar Floodlights for the yard It's a pleasure to watch you
Watch it all melt. But hey! What about the cocaine
Stockpiled in the basement Be a hero and save it
You know you're gonna need it.Where's your brand new pretty wife She might still be inside Either save her or your cocaine from the fire. But the gates and doors are locked 'Cause the burglar alarms went off Ever wonder why we laugh laugh At your lives. Windows covered with bars Fences spiked with barbed wire Never looked so helpless Engulfed in flamesCameras watchin' the walls Don't forget the dogs Now you're trapped in your prison How you gonna get out. See the gerbil
Run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run
From the fire!
So it's Halloween And you feel like dancin' And you feel like shinin' And you feel like letting loose.
Whatcha gonna be Babe, you better know And you better plan Better plan all day. Better plan all week Better plan all month Better plan all year. You're dressed up like a clown Putting on your act It's the only time all year You'll ever admit that. I can see your eyes I can see your brain Baby, nothing's changed (repeat).
You're still hiding in a mask You take your fun seriously No, don't blow this year's chance Tomorrow your mold goes back on. After Halloween You go to work today You'll go to work tomorrow Shitfaced tonight You'll brag about it for months. Remember what I did
Remember what I was Back on Halloween. But what's in between Where are your ideas You sit around and dream
For next Halloween. Why not everyday Are you so afraid What will people say (repeat). After Halloween Because your role is planned for you There's nothing you can do
But stop and think it through But what will the boss say to you. And what will your girlfriend say to you
And the people out on the street they might glare at you And whadya know you're pretty self-conscious too.
So you run back and stuff yourselves in rigid business costumes Only at night to score is your leather uniform exhumed Why don't you take your social regulations And shove 'em up your ass.
Roughin' it in the great outdoors Guidebooks tell us where to go Winnebago Warrior. Slow down traffic climbing hills 30 gallons to the mile Honey, quick, the polaroid. Chorus Winnebago Warrior Brave as old John Wayne Winnebago Warrior A true yankee pioneer.
Stop at Stuckey's for a meal Blab all day on the CB
Winnebago Warrior. Littered campgrounds, folding chairs
Feed Doritos to the bears Honey, quick, the polaroid.
Chorus. Kill some fish down by the creek Hang their picture by the sink Show your grandson who's the boss.
Tie your two toat-goats to the front U-Haul trailer full of souvenirs That you buy along the way. Chorus.
Rioting?the unbeatable high Adrenalin shoots your nerves to the sky Everyone knows this town is gonna blow And it's all gonna blow right now? Now you can smash all the windows that you want All you really need are some friends and a rock Throwing a brick never felt so damn good Smash more glass Scream with a laugh And wallow with the crowd Watch them kicking peoples' ass. But you get to the place Where the real slavedrivers live It's walled off by the riot squad
Aiming guns right at your head So you turn right around
And play right into their hands And set your own neighbourhood Burning to the ground instead. Chorus
Riot?the unbeatable high Riot?shoots your nerves to the sky Riot?playing into their hands Tomorrow you're homeless Tonight it's a blast. Get your kicks in quick
They're callin' the national guard Now could be your only chance To torch a police car. Climb the roof, kick the siren in And jump and yelp for joy Quickly?dive back in the crowd Slip away, now don't get caught.
Let's loot the spiffy hi-fi store Grab as much as you can hold Pray your full arms don't fall offHere comes the owner with a gun. Chorus. The barricades spring up from nowhere Cops in helmets line the lines Shotguns prod into your bellies The trigger fingers want an excuse. Now the raging mob has lost its nerve There's more of us but who goes first No one dares to cross the line The cops know that they've won. It's all over but not quite The pigs have just begun to fight They club your heads, kick your teeth Police can riot all that they please. Chorus. Tomorrow you're homeless
Tonight it's a blast.
Bleed For Me
You've been hanging 'round With an enemy of the state
Come with me to the building That no-one stops to watch.Chorus. C'mon bleed C'mon bleed C'mon bleed
Bleed for me. We'll strap you to a pipe Electrodes on your balls C'mon scream C'mon writhe Face down in a pool of piss. Chorus. In the name of world peaceIn the name of world profits America pumps up our secret police America wants fuel To get it, it needs puppets
So what's ten million dead? If it's keeping out the Russians. We're well trained by the CIA With Yankee tax money in Ft. Bragg The Peace Corps builds US labor camps When they think they're building schools. Ha Ha.
When cowboy Ronnie comes to town Forks out his tongue at human rights Sit down, enjoy our ethnic meal Dine on some charbroiled nuns Try a medal on Smile at the mirror as the cameras click and make big business happy? Anytime Anywhere Maybe you'll just disappear
I Am The Owl
I am your plumber No I never went away I still bug your bedrooms And pick up everything you say It can be a boring job To moniter all day your excess talk.
I hear when you're drinking And cheating on your lonely wife I play tape recordings Of you to my friends at night. We've got our girl in bed with you
You're on candid camera We just un-elected you. Chorus.
I am the owl I seek out the foul Wipe 'em away Keep America free For clean livin' folks like me. If you demonstrate Against somebody we likeI'll slip on my wig
And see if I can start a riot Transform you to an angry mob All your leaders go to jail for my job.
But we ain't the Russians Political trials are taboo We've got our secret Ways of getting rid of you Fill you full of LSD Turn you loose on a freeway. Chorus.
Send you spinning Send you spinning Send you spinning all over the freeway Spinning on the crowded freeway
Spinning on the freeway Spinning on the freeway Spin
Spin Spin?Lookout The press, they never even cared Why a youth leader walked into a speeding car In ten years we'll leak the truth By then it's only so much paper.
Watergate hurt But nothing really ever changed A teeny bit quiter But we still play our little games. We still play our little games We still play our little games We still play our little games We still play a lot of games.
I am the owl.
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.
Moon Over Marin
The crowded future stings my eyes I still find time to exercise In uniform with two white stripes. Unlock my section of the sand It's fenced off to the water's edge
I clamp a gasmask on my head. Chorus On my beach at night Bathe in my moonlight. Another tanker's hit the rocks Abandoned to spill out its guts The sand is laced with sticky glops. O' Shimmering moonlight sheen upon The waves and water clogged with oil White gases steam up from the soil.Chorus I squash dead fish between my toes Try not to step on any bones I turn around and I go home. I slip back through my basement door Switch off all that I own below Dive in my scalding wooden tub. My own beach at nightElectric Moonlight.There will always be a moon Over Marin.
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