We got a drug We're gonna try it out on you Won't make you die It'll getcha just a little bit sick Got a head cold, got a chest cold And it's three days
Prime Ministers office, Prime Minister speaking Greetings? This is the secretary of war At the state department of the United States? We have a problem
In a desperate mind Little gardens grow They grow very wide They grow very tall Why am I alive? Urban wonderland By the fence I stand In and out of hand
You really like gorillas? We've got just the pet for you It's the way you're forced to act To survive our schools Make your whole life revolve around
I am your plumber No I never went away I still bug your bedrooms Pick up everything you say And it can be a boring job To monitor all day your excess
Used me a partner in crime Now you say you ain't got the time Gotta get serious, gotta plan Gotta pass those entrance exams Oh my God, it's senior year
Efficiency and progress is ours once more Look what we get a satellite bomb It's nice and quick and clean And gets things done sure got the shuttle Away
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 Oh oh oh Oh oh
The landlord's here to visit They're blasting disco down below Says, "I'm doubling up the rent 'Cos the building's condemned You're gonna help me buy
{It's 'Fuck Off' over produced by Martin Hanet, take four} {Two, three, four} Punk ain't no religious cult Punk means thinkin' for yourself You ain'
Name one thing on earth lower than a tough guy Who talks with his fists instead of using his head Who beats the shit out of anything it can't understand
Fun fun fun in the fluffy chair Flame up the herb Woof down the beer ?c(click!)?c Hi I'm your video dj I always talk like I'm wigged out on quaaludes
fag Say, 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
moonlight sheen upon The waves and water clogged with oil White gases steam up from the soil On my beach at night Bathe in my moonlight I squash dead
No junk food, just earthly goods I ate weird berries in the woods Now I'm seeing colors, I'm getting higher I think I'll start a forest fire There's
{God damn, well let's do a tune called Rawhide, okay God damn tape's rollin', let's go} Let's move 'em out One, two, three, four Rolin' rollin' rollin
We got a deadly toy to brainwash your boy An egocentric muscle thug Kicks butt on screen like a brat outta hell Bullshitter in the Indochina shop Pull
Tonight's the night that we got the truck We're goin' downtown, gonna beat up drunks Your turn to drive I'll bring the beer It's the late, late shift