Post a DK lyric in the subject line

[mdmc]

then post the song and other info in the message part.

[mdmc]

1. finding a way, to keep America free, for the real good folks. Like me.

I am the owl.

[ZombieNixon]

2. Nazi punks, nazi punks, nazi punks fuck off

Nazi Punks Fuck Off

;)

[ghostsofgiants]

3. Efficiency and progress is ours once more

Now that we have the Neutron bomb
It's nice and quick and clean and gets things done

Away with excess enemy
But no less value to property
No sense in war but perfect sense at home...

The sun beams down on a brand new day
No more welfare tax to pay
Unsightly slums gone up in flashing light
Jobless millions whisked away
At last we have more room to play
All systems go to kill the poor tonite

Gonna
Kill kill kill
Kill the poor
Kill the poor ...
Tonite

Behold the sparkle of champagne
The crime rate's gone
Feel free again
O' life's a dream with you, Miss Lily White

Jane Fonda on the screen today
Convinced the liberals it's okay
So let's get dressed and dance away the night

While they
Kill the poor
Kill the poor ... Tonite

"Kill the Poor" (B-side "Insight") is a single by the hardcore punk band Dead Kennedys released in October of 1980. A different version of it was released on their debut album Fresh Fruit for Rotting Vegetables. The song is from the point of view of government officials, who want to use the neutron bomb to rid the country of its poorest inhabitants. One could infer that the government officials in the song are conservatives, as the song's storyline mentions at one point that Jane Fonda "convinced the liberals it's okay", hinting that the officials are not liberals. When "Kill the Poor" got a surprising amount of play in some third world countries, the band wondered if the government took the song literally and were actively promoting it.

Musically, the song mixed the early hardcore punk aesthetic (hard, distorted chords and a basic musical assault) with post-Ramones rockabilly riffs and an outrageous and ingenius chorus (based around the Ramones "You're Gonna Kill that Girl," and probably meant as a parody of that song). "Kill the Poor" was the leadoff track to the 1980's classic Fresh Fruit for Rotting Vegetables and is considered a classic of the early punk era and one of the Kennedys' best-known and most-loved songs.

"Kill the Poor" reached #49 in the UK Singles Chart, spending three weeks on the chart.

[anarch]

4. Fan the fires of racist hatred, we want total war

"When Ya Get Drafted", Fresh Fruit For Rotting Vegetables





edited to add this review, from allmusic.com:

Song Review by Stewart Mason

One of the most typical hardcore songs on the Dead Kennedys' debut album, the barely 80-second "When Ya Get Drafted" is nevertheless a fully-realized composition, both lyrically and musically. Although Jello Biafra's lyrics have a few somewhat outdated Cold War artifacts, they can be read in retrospect as a 20-years-too-early but nonetheless reasonable case against the war in Iraq, complete with pointed accusations about the political connections of companies that get post-war "rebuilding" contracts and the fact that rich kids from politically-connected families generally don't end up in the fighting. (On the other hand, John Fogerty had made that same point even more explicitly in "Fortunate Son" nearly a decade and a half before, so perhaps it's just a case of history repeating itself.) Musically, the song is tightly constructed, with not only a perfect shoutalong chorus, but also that hardcore rarity, an actual guitar solo, in which East Bay Ray plays a mocking variation on spy-movie soundtrack clichés from the '50s. Proof that political convictions and pop hooks aren't mutually exclusive, "When Ya Get Drafted" is one of the most effective songs on Fresh Fruit For Rotting Vegetables.

[flamingyouth]

5. You will jog for the master race

[Burma Jones]

19. and always wear the happy face

[mdmc]

25. close your eyes, can't happen here

[mdmc]

27. Alexander Haig is near!

:wow:

[mdmc]

29. the hippies won't come back you say

[mdmc]

31. join the army or you will pay

[Beware the Beast Man]

6. Some clown in Sacramento was dragged into court.

He shot his lawnmower, 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.

[no name no slogan]

7. Kill some fish down by the crick, hang their pictures by the sink

Show your grandson who's the boss

"Winnebego Warriors"

[Squeech]

12. I like the bit

"Feed Doritos to the bears!"

[no name no slogan]

13. That was the close second line for me

I could decide between the one I posted or the "feed Doritos to the bears" line.

Aw, what the hell, here's the whole song :D

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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


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



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

[mdmc]

15. that was one of the few that i didn't actually know off the top

thanks for the post

[SteppingRazor]

8. Dying with the Lampshade on

from "Gaslight"

[mdmc]

39. i don't know this one

[asthmaticeog]

9. What he sees escapes our sight

"Insight" - B-side to the "Too Drunk to Fuck" single, if memory serves, and a flawless anthem for smarty-freaks in public schools everywhere.


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

(Chorus)
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

(Chorus)

We're all planning our careers
We're all planning our careers
We're all planning our careers
He says we're growing old

[Throd]

10. Why don't you take your social regulations...

and shove 'em up your ass!

From the song "Halloween".

[Left_Winger]

11. 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 helpless
You'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

[pointblank]

14. So I got in a phonebooth by the Kentucky Fried Chicken on Burnside,

held my legs straight out like this so they couldn't open the door
to the phonebooth.So they began charging the phonebooth,
beating on it with their club, yelling,
"We're gonna kill you, you motherfucker, we're gonna kill you,
you god damn faggot." I just looked at them.
So, there was a crowd gathering by this time
and these kids were standing nearby and they said,
"Oh, look at him, he's insane." I thought, ah-hah, here's my way out.
I yelled at them, "Take me to a mental hospital right away.
I wanna be be put away.


...Night of the Living Rednecks.

[mdmc]

16. that ain't no song!

:)

[pointblank]

17. Oh cmon

Its close enough. There is sound being made by musical instruments in the background and Jello is talking into a microphone...Thats a song in my book. You just cant mosh to it!!

[mdmc]

20. i like that avatar my friend

i still read the peanuts everyday. they are back on the baseball diamond again.

[pointblank]

22. Thanks!

I used to read the books constantly when I was a kid.

I guess thats why I own two Beagles!

[mdmc]

33. :-)

nice pups

[Burma Jones]

18. Coke up my nose to dry away the snot

Twilight city gonna set my soul
It’s gonna set my soul on fire
Got a whole lot of money that’s ready to burn
So get those stakes up high

There’s a thousand pretty women waiting out there
They’re all waiting, they’ll never make air
And I’m just the devil with a lung to spare, so

Viva las vegas
Viva las vegas
Viva las vegas

How I wish that there were more
Than the 24 hours in the day
Even if I ran out of speed, boy
I wouldn’t sleep a minute of the way

Oh that blackjack and poker and the roulette wheel
I’ll poach your money lost on every deal
All you need is sonar and nerves of steel, so

Viva las vegas
Viva las vegas
Viva las vegas

Viva las vegas
Where the neon signs flash your name
The one-arm bandits cash in
All soap’s down the drain
Viva las vegas
Turning day into nighttime
Turning night into daytime
If you see it once
You’ll never be the same again

Gotta keep on running
Gonna have me some money
If it costs me my very last dime
If I wind up broke
Then I’ll always remember that
I had a swingin’ time

Oh, I’m gonna give it everything I’ve got
Lady luck’s with me, the dice stay hot
Got coke up my nose to dry away the snot, so

Viva las vegas
Viva las vegas
Viva las vegas
Viva, viva las vegas

[mdmc]

48. kick

[SouthoftheBorderPaul]

21. 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

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

Other info: I used to want to sing this song for my eighth grade girlfriend's parents. "That'll show 'em," I thought.

[ghostsofgiants]

24. Wow, I didn't know that Jello Biafra knew my roommates.

[seemunkee]

23. Let's lynch the landlord man

[Kat45]

26. Vietnam won't come back you say; join the army or you will pay

We've Got a Bigger Problem Now

Last call for alcohol. last call for your freedom of speech. drink up. happy hour is now enforced by law. don’t forget our house special, it’s called a trickie dickie screwdriver. it’s got one p
Ack daniels, two parts purple kool-aid, and a jigger of formaldehyde from the jar with hitler’s brain in it we got in the back storeroom. happy trails to you. happy trails to you.

I am emperor ronald reagan
Born again with fascist cravings
Still, you made me president

Human rights will soon go ’way
I am now your shah today
Now I command all of you
Now you’re going to pray in school
I’ll make sure they’re christian too

California über alles
über alles california

Ku klux klan will control you
Still you think it’s natural
Nigger knockin’ for the master race
Still you wear the happy face

You closed your eyes, can’t happen here
Alexander haig is near
Vietnam won’t come back you say
Join the army or you will pay

California über alles
über alles california

Yeah, that’s it. just relax. have another drink, few more pretzels, little more msg. turn on those dallas cowboys on your tv. lock your doors. close your mind. it’s time for the two-minute warni
Br>

Welcome to 1984
Are you ready for the third world war? !?
You too will meet the secret police
They’ll draft you and they’ll jail your niece

You’ll go quitely to boot camp
They’ll shoot you dead, make you a man
Don’t you worry, it’s for a cause
Feeding global corporations’ claws

Die on our brand new poison gas
El salvador or afghanistan
Making money for president reagan
And all the friends of president reagan

California über alles
über alles california

Edited to add: This song seems even more true today.

[Squeech]

36. Indeed

I heard a new version he did, about Arnold Schwarzeneggar.

[DBoon]

28. Well you'll work harder with a gun in your back

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

Your a star-belly sneech you suck like a leech
You want everyone to act like you
Kiss ass while you bitch so you can get rich
But your boss gets richer on you
Well you'll work harder with a gun in your back
For a bowl of rice a day
Slave for soldiers til you starve
Then your head skewered on a stake
Now you can go where people are one
Now you can go where they get things done
What you need my son:

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

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

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[BigMcLargehuge]

30. we're sorry, but you're no longer needed, or wanted, or even cared about

here. Machines can do a better job than you.
And this is what you get for asking questions.
The unions agree, sacrifices must be made
Computers never go on strike
To save the working man, you've got to put him out to pasture

Looks like we'll have to let you go
Doesn't it feel fulfilling to know
that you, the human being, are now obsolete
and there's nothing the hell we'll let you do about it

[leeroysphitz]

32. It costs too much to bury ALL the dead...

[NewJeffCT]

34. I'm rolling down the stairs too drunk to fuck

I haven't listened to DK in years.

[NewJeffCT]

35. Punk ain't no religious cult, Punk means thinking for yourself

Always a favorite of mine since I was never the type to spike my hair or dress in the "punk" style.

[mdmc]

47. me too jeff

:kick:

[swag]

37. Trash a bank if you've got real balls

[HuskerDU]

38. MTV GET OFF THE AIR

NOW!

[mdmc]

40. NOW !

:)

[henslee]

41. It’s the late, late shift no one to fear.. ride, ride, low ride.

Police Truck. My fave.

[mdmc]

53. the left newspaper might whine a bit

[Beware the Beast Man]

42. Just mix with my tuna helper, and ta-da!

Dear Abby.

[Goblinmonger]

43. Too drunk to fuck n/t

[mdmc]

44. rolling off the bed...

[tigereye]

45. California uber alles

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

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

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


I think that's the first one I heard - Too Drunk to Fuck was always another favorite... oddly enough I ended up doing poll work for Jerry Brown when he ran against Clinton the first time. ;)

[swag]

46. You ball just like the baby in Eraserhead

[Radical Activist]

49. homelessness is a weapon of mass destruction! poverty is a weapon of....

You meant Dennis Kucinich right?

[mdmc]

50. well he is God

who has the pic of Jello wearing his Kucinich is God tee shirt?

[HughBeaumont]

51. Rioting - the unbeatable high

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 crowds
Watch them kicking peoples' ass

Now 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, play right into their hands
And set your own neighbourhood burning to the ground instead

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 off, here comes the owner with a gun

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

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

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

[Magrittes Pipe]

52. Punk's not dead...

...it just deserves to die when it becomes another stale cartoon.

[mdmc]

54. closed minded...

[mdmc]

55. self centered

[mdmc]

56. social club

[Lilith Velkor]

57. Die for Oil, Sucker!

you are just about the ripe age to be drafted.
does that bother you? do you even think about that?
there was a sign at jonestown behind jim jones' dead body and it said
"those who do not remember the past are condemned to repeat it."
which would you rather sacrifice your hot car or your life?

die for oil, sucker...sucker...sucker.

born on the firecracker fourth of july raised on football and mtv
never felt what its like to have to fight to stay free.
Vietnam just a time life book memory.
the mask is off again this time nobody cares but you can't keep dancing if your legs are blown away.

die for oil, sucker...sucker...sucker.

you too can get you face shot off so arms race tycoons won't have to get a real job.
the cold war is over, it was all a mirage.
we could use that money we got problems to solve,
but were not allowed at the peace dividend because our psycho president has got his head in the sand.
saddam hussain so egocentric, he even replaced Mickey mouse on watches with his own face.
last spring he was our tyrant we thought we could use. we supplied him with all his guns and his nerve gas too.
right now its the world's first tabloid war. there they are on cnn, flinging mud back and forth.
if all wars were treated like game shows, great! the world would be a much happier place.
but it won't last long with these egos involved. one shot at saddam he's going bomb Israel.
after that hiroshima will look like a picnic and we'll all

die for oil, sucker...sucker...sucker!

you too can get your spinal cord snapped to save greedy kings from the greed of iraq.
give your life for a country where women can't vote and people still get their hands and heads chopped off.
in saudi arabia they stone you to death for sleeping with another person's husband or wife.
women can't go out alone, or show their face or even drive. and there's never elections, you can't even ask why.
but they finally did outlaw slavery in 1962, so progress is being made.
and they're sitting on something we can learn to live without but certain fat cat's bank accounts cannot, oil.

for this you get to be all you can be, a dead army, navy, air force, marine.
come home one of those deranged unemployed vets, the kind they love to make tv cop shows about.
just like tom cruise in a wheelchair. no film royalties cause nobody cares about you once you've been used to

die for oil, sucker...sucker...sucker.

kill, kill, kill the poor even faster that crack, send them off to war make sure they don't come back.
give them tanks that fall apart and helicopters that crash. 2000 died in panama cause the stealth can't shoot straight.
800 million dollar batman plane and it doesn't even work.
no surprise when their idea of national security is screwdrivers costing 1800 bucks. a little sand in the engine can stop a naval destroyer. saddam hussain knows this but our networks don't report it as we

die for oil, sucker...sucker...sucker.

and is it really worth it in this day and age to come out the winners of world war 3? think about it.
once we take over that place well never ever beable to leave. bush talks about bombing a path to Baghdad 75 miles wide.
and if the big bad wolf still won't give up we're going to drop the nuclear bomb and after that we'll just waltz right in to colonize their hearts and minds.
but the arab people will be so damn mad we'll be lucky to get out of there alive.
after that do you think any arab country will sell us oil?

think of the cost to keep our army there when the only way left to force oil out of the ground is soldiers guns treating arabs like slaves or was that all part of the plan.
how long do you think that could possibly last?
they found a scam to replace the cold war it's called

die for oil, sucker...sucker...sucker.

what's so sick about this is that theres is a better way. stop selling guns to arabs and to Israel.
don't need to keep ourselves hostage to oil, use our star wars know how to build solar powered cars.
one clerk in the patent office might be all it would take to find blueprints for a solar car general motors shelved away.
but no thats to easy and theres money to be made, especially if you already have more than you'll ever need.

for those of us who can't buy our way out like rich folks like dan quayle do its burn you draft card, burn the flag, and burn the pentagon too.

so be all you can be and say no the air force, army, marines.
get off your butt before your butt's blown off.
don't die for oil,
don't be a sucker.

[BeatleBoot]

58. Grocery Sackful, After Grocery Sackful, After Grocery Sackful......

After Grocery Sackful of the Private Lives of You!!!!!!

There's an ear worm.

That's from "Stealing People's Mail", if my memory isn't totally shot.