THE DICKS
Kill From The Heart Lyrics

ANTI-KLAN (PART ONE)
I see that you're a policeman
I know you're in the Ku Klux Klan
You got a gun hung on your hip
It's underneath your silky slip

I know you'd kill me if you could
You hide your head beneath a hood
I know that you're a closet case
Afraid to show your fuckin' face

We'll fight you
Yes, we'll fight
You're blue by day, but white by night
Let's fight!


RICH DADDY
You got money?
Well, then you're livin' the good life
You got a big fat daddy at home
Writin' checks tonight
You got nothing?
Well, then you're livin' a bad life
You got a big, fine car
And you eye me while you pass me by
A rich daddy? No! I never had one!
A rich daddy? No! No! I never had one

You got money?
Well, then you're livin' the good life
It seems like everything you touch
Wants to turn to gold
You got nothing?
Well, then you're livin' the sad life
And I guess I won't have nothing
When I'm sick and old
A rich daddy? No! I never had one!
A rich daddy? No! No! I never had one


NO NAZI'S FRIEND
I ain't no Nazi
Could if I wanted to
I ain't no Nazi
With all your fascist rules

I ain't no Nazi's friend
Could if I wanted to
I don't wear no uniform
Fight you like a mighty storm
I've got the rage in me
And that is part of it
I've got the rage in me
Fuck you! (Like a mound of shit)
Oh, yeah!
I ain't no Nazi's friend
Could if I wanted to
Don't wear no uniform
Fight you like a mighty storm
Oh, yeah!

I don't wear no uniform
Or I'd join the Houston Pigs
Just stop your racist slurs
Or your friends might find you dead


MARILYN BUCK
IT'S DEATH TO THE USA
IT'S DEATH TO THE USA

Where is the underground?
Could it be surfacing?
Maybe like Carol Durant?
Maybe like Sister Buck?

I suspect the underground says:
I support the Weather Underground
It's not for the hell of it
It's to tear this fuckin' nation down


KILL FROM THE HEART
When I see you walking down the street
It's so hard to take
Come on and give me a break

You're spending all your fuckin' time with school
Those lessons you learn
Are making you a fool

Daddy's boy got some brand new cash
Now you're messin' with REDS
Who are gonna kick your ass

Come on fucker!
Give me a break!
You fuckin' Pig
Death is your fate!

It's from the heart
You need to be shot
LITTLE BOYS' FEET
Went to the shoestore
Lookin' to meet
Some young boy witha pair of nice feet
He's fourteen (and I'm looking for work)
Shoe store job
I need it! (I need it!)

Those shoes are hot
And I'm hot too
Lickin' those feet in the back room
Those feet really turn me on
Hey, Mom and Dad, there ain't nothing wrong!

Gimme your sister!
I want her feet too
Give me your kids
Just take off their shoes
Those feet really turn me on
Hey, mutherfucker, there ain't nothing wrong!

Young boys' feet
I'm greedy! (I'm greedy!)


PIGS RUN WILD
They're the Pigs with the guns
They watch us steal; they watch us run
'Cause they can kill us
And they'll be free in a couple of days
We're the niggers; Kill us fast
We're dying to shoot some white man's ass
'Cause they can kill us
And they'll be free in a couple of days
You know, man, it's an old fuckin' story
But that don't make it right
Aw, fuck it, I'm used to it
War is near; that's no lie
But I'll be here when a RED flag flies
Revolution is in the air
The Pigs are wild; they're runnin' scared
'Cause they can kill us
And we'll be back in a couple of days
'Cause they can kill us
And we'll be back in a couple of days
Man, it's an old, old fuckin' story
We're the niggers with the guns
We shoot the Pig as he runs
'Cause they can kill us
And we'll be back in a couple of days


BOURGEOIS FASCIST PIG
You're the man that makes my life a drag
And you're the one who gives the world its snags
You're the one who gives me the will to live
You're the one who gives me the will to kill
You bourgeois Pig
You fuckin' Pig

Everyday I see you on the job
And everyday I think you're a fuckin' slob
I'll get a gun, I got a knife
You mutherfucker, gonna take your life
You bourgeois Pig
You fuckin' Pig

I wanna see you on your knees begging
I wanna see your little kids beheaded
You get a gun, I got a knife
You mutherfucker, I'm gonna take your life
You bourgeois Pig
You fuckin' Pig
You're gonna die
You're gonna die
You mutherfucker, no one will cry
etc.


RIGHT WING/WHITE RING
Hey, mothers cryin' in the street
Because their children can't get enough to eat
Hey, daddy, tell me what you say
You send your kid to die and then you pray

Hey, people, see it's what they want
And it's what they need
Hey, people know; you send your kid to El Salvador
(This ain't television;
This ain't high school)

Hey, mother, tell me what you say
You send your kids off to war and then fade away
Hey, daddy, tell me what you know
You send your kids off to war and they don't come home
Hey, people see it's what you want
And it's what you need
Hey, people know; it's what they say
It's "NO WAR, NO MORE"
(This ain't television,
This ain't college now, students,
This is the Real Life,
The Real Life!)



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