Dead Kennedys lyrics
Dead Kennedys lyrics
"A Growing Boy Needs His Lunch lyrics"
Re-Birth lyrics
Corre perro come mierda This is what you get now You think that you can get away You little pig Corre perro come mierda This is what you get now You think that you can get away You little pig
In lonely gas stations with mini-marts
You'll find rows of them for sale
Liquor-filled statues of Elvis Presley
Drink like a vampire
His disciples flock to such a fitting shrine
Sprawled across from his graceless mansion
A shopping mall
Filled with prayer rugs and Elvis dolls
And I wonder
Yeah I wonder
Will Elvis take the place of Jesus in a thousand years
Religious wars
Barbaric laws
Bloodshed worldwide
Over w
A growing boy needs his lunch
When pesticides get banned we're safe up north
We just sell them to those other countries
Soon there's lots of exotic deformed babies
Somehow that's not our fault
Just dip 'em in glaze paint 'em orange and green
For the Arizona roadside stands
To sell alongside plaster burros and birthbaths
And I wonder
Yeah I wonder
Why so many insects around us feed off the d
Death squads
Starvation
Foreign aid?
Just leave it to the magic of the marketplace
A growing boy needs his lunch
Everyone should just love each other
Dip your toe into the fire
Drop your guns and lawsuits and love each other
Life begins beyond the bunker
And while you're busy hugging in the streets
Outgrowing your hatred for all to feel
Jiminy Cricket's found a game to play
Stick your neck out and trust
Jimmy through your locked front doors
Rifle through your sacred drawers
Line my pockets
Deface your dreams
Til the cows come home to me
Nibbling like an earwig winding through your brain
Bound like Lawrence Harvey spreadeagle to a bed
The migraine gets worse when we find out we lay eggs
And no one in all of Borneo can hear you scream
Turn on
Tune in
Cop out
Drop kick Turn in Tune out
Corre perro come mierda This is what you get now You think that you can get away You little pig Corre perro come mierda This is what you get now You think that you can get away You little pig
You'll find rows of them for sale
Liquor-filled statues of Elvis Presley
Drink like a vampire
His disciples flock to such a fitting shrine
Sprawled across from his graceless mansion
A shopping mall
Filled with prayer rugs and Elvis dolls
And I wonder
Yeah I wonder
Will Elvis take the place of Jesus in a thousand years
Religious wars
Barbaric laws
Bloodshed worldwide
Over w
Just A Word Away lyrics
Plenty of time to turn out the light, I want to keep this feeling inside, for a little more, It must be a Daddy's pride and joy, a little baby boy, Is lying in my arms here tonight; Tears in my eyes when I saw
hat's left of his myth Plenty of time to turn out the light, I want to keep this feeling inside, for a little more, It must be a Daddy's pride and joy, a little baby boy, Is lying in my arms here tonight; Tears in my eyes when I saw
A growing boy needs his lunch
When pesticides get banned we're safe up north
We just sell them to those other countries
Soon there's lots of exotic deformed babies
Somehow that's not our fault
Just dip 'em in glaze paint 'em orange and green
For the Arizona roadside stands
To sell alongside plaster burros and birthbaths
And I wonder
Yeah I wonder
Why so many insects around us feed off the d
Aeons Of Desolation lyrics
Instrumental
ead Instrumental
Death squads
Starvation
Foreign aid?
Just leave it to the magic of the marketplace
A growing boy needs his lunch
Everyone should just love each other
Dip your toe into the fire
Drop your guns and lawsuits and love each other
Life begins beyond the bunker
And while you're busy hugging in the streets
Outgrowing your hatred for all to feel
Jiminy Cricket's found a game to play
Stick your neck out and trust
Rendezvous lyrics
Chorus: Say it from the top of the Empire State Say it from the heart of the Golden Gate That you wanna be with me You wanna be with me And no longer will you wait Say it from the top of the Eifel Tower Say it
-It'll be chopped away Chorus: Say it from the top of the Empire State Say it from the heart of the Golden Gate That you wanna be with me You wanna be with me And no longer will you wait Say it from the top of the Eifel Tower Say it
Jimmy through your locked front doors
Rifle through your sacred drawers
Line my pockets
Deface your dreams
Til the cows come home to me
Nibbling like an earwig winding through your brain
Bound like Lawrence Harvey spreadeagle to a bed
The migraine gets worse when we find out we lay eggs
And no one in all of Borneo can hear you scream
Turn on
Tune in
Cop out
Drop kick Turn in Tune out