Have we got a telethon for you coming soon on MTV! A rockin' bankroll extravaganza Featuring all your favorite vigilante rock stars! Sammy Hagar, Sylvester
For the Arizona roadside stands To sell alongside plastic burros and bird baths And I wonder, yeah I wonder Why so many insects around us feed off the dead
Some clown in Sacramento was dragged into court He shot lawnmower, disobeyed, it wouldn't start Might makes right, it's the American way They fined him
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
Step right up folks Anarchy for sale T-shirts only 10 dollars Badges only 3.50 I nicked the design, never asked the band I never listen to them either
Let her rip Here we go Oheey Buzzbomb, buzzbomb macho mobile The road's my slave, that's how I feel I cruise alone, I cruise real far Shoo young punk
I am Governor Jerry Brown My aura smiles and never frowns Soon I will be President Carter power will soon go away I will be fearer one day I will command
I am Governor Jerry Brown My aura smiles and never frowns Soon I will be President Carter power will soon go away I will be fuhrer one day I will command
Down at the arsenal they keep the nerve gasses Guarded day and night by caged white rabbits Been sitting there for years I'm gonna have at it I cut through
I am governor jerry brown My aura smiles And never frowns Soon I will be president Carter power will soon go away I will be fuhrer one day I will command
, hand, hands We shiver on the deck and stiffen for the worst If the pirates come around we might as well be dead We'll be thrown in the sea or butchered
Dear Abby, Got a problem I'm a decent, underpaid, hardworking county coroner It's important that my family eat meat at least three times a week But we
Have you heard about the latest craze That's sweepin' across the nation All the punks from coast to coast Have discovered an old invention "Your hair
[Jello Biafra:] This is for all you people who like to get away with passing joints around in the front row of the Old Waldorf. What would Heavy Metal
Eden Oozing away Leak by the day The land we sold you is right atop our acid pits We fill them by the truckload in the dead of night There's a thousand
Don?t want to think Don?t make me care I wanna melt in with the group I need the balls to leap out of my shell And let go with my friends Can?t come
If your machine might slip a gear Push this button to help it clear Your time card says that your name's Joe But we'll call you 6-3-0 I'm working at
We're world industry's thoughtlords The entertainment wing We keep you all in line By fixing your free will Surround you with pop fantasies Just slightly
