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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!) |