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Dead Kennedys
In God We Trust, Inc. E.P.
All religions make me wanna throw up
All religions make me sick
All religions make me wanna throw up
All religions suck
They all claim that they have 'the Truth'
They'll set you free
Just give'em all your money and they'll set you free
Free for a fee
They claim that they have 'the Answer'
When they don't even know 'the Question'
They're just a bunch of liars
They just want your money
They just want your consciousness
All religions make me wanna throw up
All religions make me sick
All religions make me wanna throw up
All religions suck
All religions suck
All religions make me wanna throw up
All religions suck
All religions make me BLEAH
They all claim that they have 'the Truth'
They'll set you free
Just give'em all your money and they'll set you free
Free for a fee
They all claim that they have 'the Answer'
When they don't even know 'the Question'
They're just a bunch of liars
They just want your money
They just want your consciousness
All religions make me wanna throw up
All religions make me sick
All religions make me wanna throw up
All religions suck
All religions suck
All religions make me wanna throw up
All religions suck
All religions make me BLEAH
They really make me sick
They really make me sick
They really make me sick
They really make me sick
They really make me sick
They really make me sick
They really make me ILL.
We are gathered here tonight, to pay tribute to our Lord, and money on to me. O Lord in heaven, let us pray. You T.V.
viewers, give me your pay.
M - I - C... K - E - Y... M - O - U - S - E.
One, two, three
You call yourselves the Moral Majority
We call ourselves people in the real world
Trying to rub us out, but we're going to survive
God must be dead, if you're alive
You say, "God loves you. Come and buy the Good News"
Then you buy the President and swimming pools
If Jesus don't save till we're lining your pockets
God must be dead, if you're alive
Circus-tent con-men and Southern belle bunnies
Milk your emotions and steal your money
It's the new dark ages with the fascists toting bibles
Cheap nostalgia for the Salem Witch Trials
Stodgy ayatollahs in their double-knit ties
Burn lots of books so they can feed you their lies
Masturbating with a flag and bible
God must be dead, if you're alive
Blow it out your ass, Jerry Falwell
Blow it out your ass, Jesse Helms
Blow it out your ass, Ronald Reagan
What's wrong with a mind of my own?
You don't want abortions, you want battered children
You want to ban the pill as if that solves the problem
Now you wanna force us to pray in school
God must be dead, if you're such a fool
You're planning for a war with or without Iran
Building a police state with your Ku Klux Klan
Pissed at your neighbor? Don't bother to nag
Pick up the phone and turn in a fag
Blow it out your ass, Terry Dolan
Blow it out your ass, Phyllis Schlafly
Ram it up your cunt, Anita
Cos God must be dead
If you're alive
God must be dead
If your're alive.
I'm tired of kissin' ass
I can't sit still all day
You know I know your school's a lie
That's why you dragged me here
"You're a hyperactive child
You're destructive, you're too wild
We've going to calm you down
Now this won't hurt a bit"
Drag me to the floor
Pullin' down my pants
Ram a needle up my butt
Put my brain into a trance
"No more hyperactive child
Got too much of a mind
Wouldn't you rather be happy?
Now this won't hurt a bit"
Cameras in the halls
No windows, just brick walls
Pledge allegiance to a flag
Now you will obey...
I finally found a job in the paper
Movin' barrels at a chemical plan
There's shiney-looking dust on my fingers
Goin' up my nose and into my lungs
It's the Kepone poisoning - Minamata
Kepone poisoning - Minamata
At the grimy Kepone factory
Turning people into bonsai trees
Now I've got these splitting headaches
I can't quite get it up no more
I can't sleep and it's driving me crazy
I shake all day and I'm seeing double
Kepone poisoning - Minamata
Kepone poisoning - Minamata
At the grimy Kepone factory
Turning people into bonsai trees
Gonna go down to your big metal building
Gonna slam right through your bright metal door
Gonna grab you by your sta-prest collar
And ram some kepone down your throat
The lawyer says "That's the breaks, kid
Gonna gnarl and rot the rest of your life
If you don't sue, we'll give you a Trans-Am..."
That I'll never drive cos I shake all the time
Cos of the Kepone poisoning - Minamata
Kepone poisoning - Minamata
At the grimy Kepone factory.
Hold it, it's to slow
Dog bite
On my leg
Not right
Supposed to beg
Dog bite
On my leg
Not right
Supposed to beg
Daily to the filling station
Underwater navigation
Oh, Oh, Oh...
Oh, Oh, Oh...
Dog bite
On my leg
Not right
Supposed to beg
Dog bite
On my leg
Not right
Supposed to beg
Oh, Oh, Oh...
Oh, Oh, Oh...
Daily to the filling station
Underwater navigation
Oh, Oh, Oh...
Oh, Oh, Oh...
Dog bite
On my leg
Not right
Supposed to beg
Dog bite
On my leg
Not right
Supposed to (Beg)
Fuck Off overproduce by Martin Hammit, take four
Punk ain't no religious cult
Punk means thinking for yourself
You ain't hardcore cos you spike your hair
When a jock still live inside your head
Nazi Punks, Nazi Punks, Nazi Punks
Fuck Off!
Nazi Punks, Nazi Punks, Nazi Punks
Fuck Off!
If you've come to fight get outta here
You ain't better than the bouncers
We ain't trying to be police
When you ape the cops it ain't anarchy
Nazi Punks, Nazi Punks, Nazi Punks
Fuck Off!
Nazi Punks, Nazi Punks, Nazi Punks
Fuck Off!
Ten guys jump one, what a man!
You fight each other, the police state wins
Stab your backs when you trash our halls
Trash a bank if you've got real balls
You still think swastikas look cool
The real Nazis run your schools
They're coaches, businessmen and cops
In a real fourth reich you'll be the first to go
Nazi Punks, Nazi Punks, Nazi Punks
Fuck Off!
Nazi Punks, Nazi Punks, Nazi Punks
Fuck Off!
You'll be the first to go
You'll be the first to go
You'll be the first to go
Unless you think...
We've Got A Bigger Problem Now
Last call for alcohol, last call for free of speech. Drink up, happy hours now inforced by law. Don't forget our house special, it's call the chicky-diggy screwdriver...
I am emperor Ronald Reagan
Born again with fascist craving
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 gonna pray in school
And I'll make sure they're christian too
California Über Alles
California Über Alles
Über Alles California
Über Alles California
Ku Klux Klan will control you
Still you think it's natural
Nigger knockin' for the master race
Still you wear a 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
Join the army or you will pay
California Über Alles
California Über Alles
Über Alles California
Über Alles California
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 quietly 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
Making money for President Reagan
And all the friends of President Reagan
California Über Alles
California Über Alles
Über Alles California
Über Alles California
Goddamn! Let's do a thing call Rawhide. O.K.! The goddamn tape running, so let's go!
Let's move 'em out!
One, two, three, four!
Rollin', rollin', rollin'
Rollin', rollin', rollin'
Rollin', rollin', rollin'
Rollin', rollin', rollin'
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin'
Though the streams are swollen
Keep them dogies rollin'
Keep them dogies rollin'
Keep them dogies rollin'
Rawhide
Don't try to understand 'em
Just rope 'em, throw & brand 'em
Soon we'll be livin' high & wide
Movin', movin', movin'
Movin', movin', movin'
Movin', movin', movin'
Keep movin', movin', movin'
Though they're disapprovin'
Keep them dogies movin'
Keep them dogies movin'
Keep them dogies movin'
Rawhide
Through rain and wind & weather
Hell bent for leather
Wishin' my girl was by my side
All the things I'm missin'
Good vittles, love & kissin'
Are waiting at the end of my ride
Move 'em on, head 'em up, head 'em up, move 'em on, move 'em on, head 'em up, Rawhide
Head 'em out, ride 'em in, ride 'em in, cut 'em out, cut 'em out, ride 'em in
Rawhide! - Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
Rawhide! - Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
Rawhide! - Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin',
rollin'
Dead Kennedys.
Klaüs Flouride -- bass.
East Bay Ray -- guitar.
D.H. Peligro -- drums.
Jello Biafra -- vocals.
Choir -- East Bay Ray, Geoffrey Lyall, Ninotchka, Annette, HyJean, Darvon and Siobhan.