Cover di Plastic Surgery Disasters / In God We Trust, Inc.

Plastic Surgery Disasters / In God We Trust, Inc.
Album - 1988 - Debaser id 7983

di Dead Kennedys

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Terminal Preppie (01:30)
Dead Kennedys • Plastic Surgery Disasters / In God We Trust, Inc.
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 make 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 a 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

Someday I'll have power
Someday I'll have boats
A tract in some suburb
With Thanksgivings to host
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Trust Your Mechanic (02:55)
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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 commin' 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 into 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 cream 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 reach your neuroses' roots
He confuses you
He fucks your head up worse

Gotcha feelin' 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
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Well Paid Scientist (02:21)
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You'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

Something is wrong here
You won't find it 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

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

Oh, even you
You'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 here too
Private guards in golf carts
Keep you safe at home

The dark shattered underbelly
Of the American dream
Avoid it like the plague
It stares you from the bathroom mirror
Drown
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Buzzbomb (02:21)
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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 my home
I'd rather cruise around all day
Than save up for a move
Plow through 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 at my tires
Ain't no way to go to heaven
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Halloween (03:35)
Dead Kennedys • Plastic Surgery Disasters / In God We Trust, Inc.
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
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Winnebago Warrior (02:08)
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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

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
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Bleed for Me (03:24)
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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 peace
In 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

Chorus
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I Am the Owl (04:52)
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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 like
I'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 papaer

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
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Dead End (03:56)
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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
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Moon Over Marin (04:28)
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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 night
Electric Moonlight

There will always be a moon
Over Marin
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Religious Vomit (01:06)
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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
That'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 suck
All religions make me wanna throw up
All religions suck
All religions make me wanna 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 ill
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Moral Majority (01:55)
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You call yourself the Moral Majority
We call ourselves the 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 'til we're lining your pockets
God must be dead if you're alive

Circus-tent con-men and Southern belle bunnies
Milk your emotions then they 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 dobble-knit ties
Burn lots of books so they can feed you their lies
Masturbating with a flag and a 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 the Klu Klux Klan
Pissed at your neighbour? 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
'Cause God must be dead if you're alive
God must be dead if you're alive
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Kepone Factory (01:18)
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I finally found a job in a paper
Movin' barrels at a chemical plant
There's shiny-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 bonzai 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
Turning people into bonzai trees

Gonna go down your big metal building
Gonna slam right through your bright metal door
Gonna grap 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 'cause I shake all the time

'Cause of the Kepone poisoning - Minamata
At the grimy factory
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Dog Bite (01:13)
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Dog bite
On my leg
Not right
Supposed to beg

Daily to the filling station
Underwater navigation

Oh-Oh-Oh
Oh-Oh-Oh
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We've Got a Bigger Problem Now (04:29)
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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 part Jack 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 warning.

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
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Rawhide (02:09)
Dead Kennedys • Plastic Surgery Disasters / In God We Trust, Inc.
God damn, well let's do a tune called "Rawhide," okay
God damn tape's rollin', let's go

Let's move 'em out
1, 2, 3, 4

Rollin' rollin' rollin'
Rollin' rollin' rollin'
Rollin' rollin' rollin'
Rollin' rollin' rollin'
Keep rollin' rollin' rollin'
Though the streams are swollen
Keep them doggies rollin'
Keep them doggies rollin'
Keep them doggies rollin'

Rawhide
Don't try to understand them
Just rope, throw and brand 'em
Soon they'll be kneeling high and wide

Movin' movin' movin'
Movin' movin' movin'
Movin' movin' movin'
Keep movin' movin' movin'
Though they're disapprovin'
Keep them doggies movin'
Keep them doggies movin'
Keep them doggies movin'

Rawhide
If you're ever wondering whether
Hay will make more leather
Question the girl by my side
All the things I'm missin'
Good viddles, love and kissin'
Are waitin' at the end of my ride

Move 'em out, head 'em up, get 'em up
Move 'em out, head 'em up, get 'em up
Rawhide
Somehow I think I need a Maserati
To ride 'em in
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