*I’m by no means associated with the Dead Kennedys, Jello Biafra or Alternative Tentacles, so please don’t sue me. I’m too poor to afford a lawyer. * Dead Kennedys Frankenchrist Track 10 – Stars And Stripes of Corruption Lyrics: Finally got to Washington in the middle of the night I couldn’t wait I headed straight for the Capitol Mall My heart began to pound Yahoo! It really exists The American International Pictures logo I looked up at that Capitol Building Couldn’t help but wonder why I felt like saying “Hello, old friend” Walked up the hill to touch it Then I unzipped my pants And pissed on it when nobody was looking Like a great eternal Klansman With his two flashing red eyes Turn around he’s always watching The Washington monument pricks the sky With flags like pubic hair ringed ’round the bottom The symbols of our heritage Lit up proudly in the night Somehow fits to see the homeless people Passed out on the lawn So this is where it happens The power games and bribes All lobbying for a piece of ass Of the stars and stripes of corruption Makes me feel so ashamed To be an American When we’re too stuck up to learn from our mistakes Trying to start another Viet Nam Whilke fiddling while Rome burns at home The Boss says, “You’re laid off. Blame the Japanese” “America’s back,” alright At the game it plays the worst Strip mining the world like a slave plantation No wonder others hate us And the Hitlers we handpick To bleed their people dry For our evil empire The drug we’re …
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Dead Kennedys – Stars and Stripes of Corruption
Tuesday, June 29th, 2010Dead Kennedys – Chicken Farm
Sunday, May 23rd, 2010
*I’m by no means associated with the Dead Kennedys, Jello Biafra or Alternative Tentacles, so please don’t sue me. I’m too poor to afford a lawyer. * Dead Kennedys Frankenchrist Track 05 – Chicken Farm Lyrics: Another rainy morning mingling at the market Bartering for food for another day Rifle shots ring out behind the crumbling buildings Executions have begun Sprawled in the square are today’s broken bodies Lots to pick clean if you’re first and quick Rift through their pockets, peel off their clothes To wear or sell when you wash out the blood Run my little brother Run to the chicken farm Opportunity is calling You might even find a watch We’re going down To the chicken farm Napalm rains no more But the war goes on Little brother died playing at the dump today He found a new toy and held it up proud Then it blew him to bits How many more children Will be killed or die at birth Deformed by Agent Orange In our food chain forever more We’re going down To the chicken farm This time we’ll buy our way out I’ve got a plan; you wait and see I smuggled you this map In the gash I sliced in my thigh I hope I’m there to join you, love We’re blown to bits one by one in this camp We crawl shaking through the fields at gunpoint all day To defuse leftover landmines-by hand 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 if we’re women All in the name of gold One foot in a land we can barely …