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PENCIL PUSHER Sitting safely behind your desk Think you can make my life a real drag Just what gives you the right to treat me like dirt I'd like to punch you in the nose All you ever give me is dirty looks, question lists You're just slurping coffee with those other jerks Then you call me a parasite 'cause I don't work I feel reduced to a number, a nameless code It sure would be fun to make your computer explode Give false information you're unable to rub And get your little ministry of red tape all fucked-up BLANK STARE - SHARP SHOT Somewhere in the jungle lies a soldier, known to God He died stoned on government-supplied LSD and pot Had to drug his brain couldn't stand to see the misery The enemy bullet running through his head took an eternity Somewhere in a stony city Stands a messed up army vet Some sound, some reflection Enough to make him snap inside of his head Some climb on a roof armed with a gun Until the military comes and shoots them down Some get drunk until they're all hazy What they see drives them crazy Blank stare - sharp shot Stare's blank - bullet's not CIVIL TERROR Civil terror on the streets Macho goons out late at night If you're a punk or if you're gay You'd better get out of their way Neighborhood watch - start up fights Think they are real cops in the night They're after you and after me They say they just protect their property Beat up a defenseless junkie in a dark alley If they just think you look strange You're suspected of committing some crime They crack your head, and then they run Afraid that someone saw what they've just done They're after you They're after me Protecting their property BLOODSUCKERS I know we've got a problem in this place But do you really care about it? Say they're old friends, they don't do no harm Then how come they come to the show armed? O.K. friendly guys as long as they're alone In packs it's lowlife scum It's not your gig, but it seems to be your show You just want everyone to look at you Your so-called fun takes mine from me You just abuse other peoples' energy Five jump one, he was only watching the band You're so brave, still need a knife When someone's in pain you've had your fun Go for the blood - you smell it like a dog People are dropping out of the scene And in many clubs bands can no longer be seen All because of you There's no way you can be right When it's you who starts the fights Lame excuses afterwords Next time you'll be the ones to get hurt first And we'll want your blood, suckers JONESTOWN ALOHA! Call it genetic engineering Create a test-tube baby master race Cloning masterminds and world-leaders Is not my idea of human progress What does it benefit the human race To prepare for warfare in outer space Radio-activity is giving us cancer And you say nuclear power is the answer What's right to you Is not right to us What's right to us Is not right to you You welcome your doom If we don't bite the hand that feeds us shit It is bound to choke us soon HAVE A COKE (AND NO TRIAL) Working at the cola plant In a South American land Work is hard, pay is low The church has banned the pill Got plenty of kids to feed Whose bellies aren't full And it will always stay the same As long as money's the name of the game Exploitation World-domination Mono-culture rapes the land The profits disappear in foreign hands You're talking about change, but you should be wiser If you don't want to end up as fertilizer Death squads with aid from the CIA Came and took the union-leaders away To be tortured and erased In a secret hidden place Have a Coke and a smile Have a Coke and no trial Bullet in the brain It's the real thing... |
PAY TO DIE We're young, sporty, healthy Living fast and clean You've got to cut out the rotten bits Society needs hygiene We don't want to see the old and sick Out on the streets so hide them Lock them up in special homes (It's for their own good) Our futurist manifesto Is body-cult and disco Where being sick or weak is a taboo Like when you go to the zoo See people in wheelchairs linger Cripples, spastics, handicapped But it's rude to point with your finger Put them in special homes Feed them lots of valiums Wait for them to waste away The inheritance is worth the pay Their relatives can't wait And already quarrel before the burial COMPUTER CONTROL Any day, any time We can find out where you are For your convenience That's what you thought But there's no escape From that magnetic card In a matter of seconds We can run down your file Your credit-card phone call Give us control It's still 1984 And will be forever more Computer control This is no science-fiction This is non-fiction It's the real thing And you're right in it Living in the "Land of the Free" And yet you're trapped In case you've been wondering Why no-one would give you a job Ever been arrested? Our computer knows And this information is available To anyone who pays SAFETY LAST You cannot see What it is in the ground The papers they lie But they cannot deny That here trees won't grow anymore Too many babies born dead Or they've got some sort of flippers instead of arms The cows are sick The water tastes funny We've got these splitting headaches Cancer casualties in the area Increasing at an alarming rate Do you know why? Everybody knows why but they don't speak up Money makes people shut up Years ago the chemical factory moved To a poor land where the tax-climate is better And labor is cheap They don't know about safety regulations They can't even read And the government asks no questions As long as they invest Good for the economy Increases national productivity TV NEWS DISTORTED VIEWS The only reliable source of information For the biggest part of the nation That's the news on TV Entertainment for families Reliable - re-lie-able They lie again and again About who's the freedom fighter And who's the terrorist Wars, revolutions, and communists Distorted view It's not your TV set It's the CBS news The same company That's selling guns to both parties The newscaster is a star He's such a lovable chap She's cute and very female Wears a lot of makeup So distract your minds with Some freak accident or mass-murder Whatever happens far away Is no longer part of reality I hear some miners are one strike Be it union leaders or workers Shouting for the right to work The right to work for us The right to be exploited We'll let you know what we want you to know And that's all you'll know There are no riots anywhere And everything is under control We manipulate the public And politicians too They'll do anything for support We make them or break them Scandals, murder, blackmail All ain't nothing new |
INSTITUTIONAL MENTALITY Mentally force-fed Glued to the TV Their narrow minds don't question Anything they see They're all the same Stupid small minds Their little worries They don't know much else Close your eyes Think you're happy now Have it the easy way Go to work Be a jerk Like everybody else INJECTED INSANITY Put away - considered insane Speaking out against the system Drugs shot into their systems Straight-jackets, electroshocks All justified and tax-paid The psychiatrists - tormentors in clean white suits Nobody hears the screams Nobody knows if they're still alive Locked inside of a padded cell Can't get out without changing personality Not normal turns to normal Systematically driven insane Injected insanity - triumph of modern science The inner screams remain Haunted by dreams Not just in Russia NO LIMBS Children still alive and screaming No limbs just bubbling skin Turned to roast beef charcoal black Victims of a bomb attack No limbs But still alive Still alive And screaming In the ruins of the street Where they used to play Lay piles of of swollen bodies Awaiting decay THE GREATEST AMERICAN ZERO His father's footsteps Were much too big of him Couldn't deal with it Couldn't deal with heroin Needed respect so badly Never got none And now he's dead The President's son David's doing drugs David can O.D. David Kennedy is dead A million crystals Shot up his veins Shattered pieces Of the American Dream He'd never make a mark In human history For he died not like his dad But like an ordinary junkie Dreams of the White House It's all over now Dreams of the Pentagon Pent-up shit and it's all gone Tried to follow daddy's tracks Tracks in his arms was all he got A living example of the American Dream Died choking in his own vomit A wasted by-product Doomed to self-destruct Tried to kill the strain But in the end the strain killed him YOUTH FOR CRIME Talk about love and holy visions You'd like to bring back the inquisition Reactionary pigs think God's on their side Had Christ been like you he'd deserve that spear into his side Youth for Christ Poisons kid's minds Youth for Christ Burning books in a holiday camp Youth for Christ Youth for crime Organized religion and earthly power is what you want Say you're prepared to fight And strap convicts to the electric chair Justify taking a life with your hand Organized religion Organized crime |