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             The DEAD KENNEDY's "PLASTIC SURGERY DISASTERS" Lyrics
                                  by  The Raver

                      >>> A CULT Publication......1988 <<<
                        -cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc-
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The DEAD KENNEDY's "PLASTIC SURGERY DISASTERS" Lyrics   3/26/88

This is a really good album and, well, I decided to type the lyrics up.  Maybe
you'll agree with me once you take a look.  On a vastly different tangent, if
you want the free poster that came with "Fresh Fruit For Rotting Vegetables"
or the lyric sheets to the "Holiday in Cambodia", "Too Drunk To Fuck", or
"Bleed For Me" singles, please write:

         Faulty Products 633 N. La Brea Suite A
         Hollywood, Ca. 90036

Also if you wish a copy of the 28 page luxodemented libretto that came with
this album send 75 cents to cover postage to the above address.


         GOVERNMENT FLU

         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
         (chorus)
         Got a head cold
         Got a chest cold
         And it's three days old
         (Goin' on forever)
         Make you hazy
         Make you lazy
         Drive you crazy
         For days and days and days and days
         And years
         Barely got the time now
         To stay on the job
         Double up the dosage in your water supply
         Make you even sicker 'til you're slippin' away
         Getting all depressed
         It's getting all your friends
         You can't get up
         For nothing that'll rock the boat

         The Government Flu
         The Government Flu
         The Government Flu

         Slip it abroad
         Keep a-slowin' down the USSR
         But meanwhile
         We'll keep an eye
         On what it's doin' to you

         (chorus)
         Got a head cold
         Got a chest cold
         And it's three days old
         (Goin' on forever)

         Make you hazy
         Make you lazy
         Drive you crazy
         For days and days and days and days and days
         And days and days and days and days and days
         And days and days and days and days and days
         and years

         The Government Flu
         The Government Flu
         The Government Flu
         Flew
         Through
         You


         TERMINAL PREPPIE

         I go to college
         That makes me so cool
         I live in a dorm
         And show off by the pool
         I join the right clubs
         Just to make an impression
         I block out thinking
         It won't get me ahead

         My ambition in life
         Is to look good on paper
         All I want is a slot
         In some big corporation

         John Belushi's my hero
         I Lampoon and ape him
         My news of the world
         Comes from sports illustrated

         I'm proud of my trophies
         Like my empty beer cans
         Stacked in rows up the wall
         To impress all my friends

         No, I'm not here to learn
         I just want to get drunk
         And major in business
         And be taught how to fuck

         Win!  Win!
         I always play to win
         Wanna fit in like a cog
         In the faceless machine

         (chorus)
         I'm a terminal terminal terminal preppie
         Terminal terminal terminal preppie
         Terminal terminal terminal terminal
         Terminal terminal terminal terminal

         I want a wife with tits
         Who just smiles all the time
         In my centerfold world
         Filled with Springsteen and wine

         Some day I'll have power
         Some day I'll have boats
         A tract in some suburb
         With Thanksgivings to host

         (chorus)
         I'm a terminal terminal terminal preppie
         Terminal terminal terminal preppie
         Terminal terminal terminal preppie


         TRUST YOUR MECHANIC

         TV invents a disease
         You think you have
         So you buy our drugs
         And soon you depend on them

         Pain is in your mind
         Gotcha commin' back for more
         Again and again and again and again
         Gonna rip you off
         Rip you off

         Doctor says you need surgery now
         Feelin' good 'til the side effects
         Fuck up something else
         You're ensnared by the medicine man
         Paying up the ass

         Again and again
         Gonna rip you off
         Trust your mechanic to mend your car

         Bring it in to his garage
         He tightens and loosens a few spare parts
         One thing's fixed, another falls apart
         And the rich eat you

         A magazine says your face don't look quite right
         Unless you wear our brand new wonder creme tonight
         Never look right again
         Unless you grease your skin
         Again and again and again and again
         Gonna rip you off

         Told you're depressed
         So of course you see the psychiatrist
         Right when you reach your neuroses' roots
         He confuses you
         He fucks your head up worse
         Gotcha feelin' helpless
         You're comin' back for more
         Again and again
         Gonna rip you off
         Rip you off

         Trust your mechanic
         To make you well
         You're seeing an awful lot of him now
         The quicker he makes your life fall apart
         The more money you put in his pockets

         Trust your mechanic
         To plug your holes
         Trust him to make more
         Somewhere else
         Trust your mechanic
         He'll always come through
         And rip you off


         WELL PAID SCIENTIST

         You're a well paid scientist
         You only talk in facts
         You know you're always right
         'Cause you know how to prove it
         Step by step
         A PhD to show you're smart
         With textbook formulas
         But you're used up
         Just like a factory hand

         (chorus)
         Something is wrong here
         You won't find it on a shelf
         You're well paid
         You're well trained
         You're tied to a rack

         Company coctails - gotta go
         Say the right ting
         Don't fidget, jockey for position
         Be polite
         In the pyramid you hate
         Sip that scotch
         Get that raise
         This ain't no party at all

         (chorus)

         Cringe and tense up
         Grind your teeth
         And wipe your sweaty palms
         Close your windows driving past
         The low life company bar
         They're making fun og you

         Ahhh
         Even you
         You've gotta punch the clock
         Too scared to punch your boss
         When will you crack
         When will you crack
         When will you crack
         When will you open your eyes

         Pull up to your sterile home
         You're drained
         Bite the heads off of your kids
         Chew them well, they taste like you
         Just slam the door

         Assigned here cause your company owns the land
         All your colleagues live here too
         Private guards in golf carts
         Keep you safe at home?

         (chorus)
         When will you crack
         When will you crack
         When will you crack
         When will you crack

         The dark shattered underbelly
         Of the American dream
         Avoid it like the plague
         It stares you from the bathroom mirror
         Drown


         BUZZBOMB

         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

         'Cross Nevada
         At 110
         Highway 50
         And there's nobody there
         Sign says, "Next sign 30 miles"

         I work all week, each penny saved
         Buys more escape from my home
         I'd rather cruise around all day
         Than save up for a move

         Plow through rest area san-o-lets
         Splat! goes the lonely salesman
         Wanking in the men's room

         Buzzbomb buzzbomb
         Tape up loud
         Blue piss clinging to my windshield
         Faster faster in my car

         Buzzbomb is my pride and joy
         King of the trailer court
         Waiting for the perfect chick
         Who'll love me for my car

         I tell her why I'm cool
         She coos back just what I like
         When I pretend she's near

         Zip through Ely
         Where Pat Nixon was born
         The cops 'round here sure looking bored
         Flashing sirens - State Patrol

         They're scratching up my gorgeous paint job
         Shooting at my tires
         Ain't no way to go to heaven
         Buzzbomb cornered at the 7-11


         FOREST FIRE

         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 a forest fire climbin' the hill

         Burnin' wealthy California homes
         Better run run run run run
         From the fire

         But some of us stay and watch
         And we think of your insurance cost
         And we laugh laugh laugh laugh laugh laugh
         At your lives

         Windows covered with bars
         Security guards
         Is that a house or a fortress
         Agains the world

         Windows covered with bars
         Security guards
         Is that a house or a prison
         How you gonna get out?

         Electric bull and your tennis courts
         Pink sports cars and your boat
         Getting fried fried fried fried fried fried
         By the fire

         Windows covered by bars
         Floodlights for the yard
         It's a pleasure to watch you
         Watch it all melt

         But hey!
         What about the cocaine
         Stockpiled in the basement
         Be a hero and save it
         You know you're gonna need it

         Where's your brand new pretty wife
         She might still be inside
         Either save her or your cocaine from the fire

         But the gates and doors are locked
         Cause the burglar alarms went off
         Ever wonder why we laugh laugh
         At your lives

         Windows covered with bars
         Fences spiked with barbed wire
         Never looked so helpless
         Engulfed in flames

         Cameras watchin' the walls
         Don't forget the dogs
         Now you're trapped in your prison
         How you gonna get out


         See the gerbil
         Run run run run run run run run
         Run run run run run run run run
         Run run run run run run run run
         From the fire


         HALLOWEEN

         So it's Halloween
         And you feel like dancin'
         And you feel like shinin'
         And you feel like letting loose

         Whatcha gonna be?
         Babe, you better know
         And you better plan
         Better plan all day

         Better plan all week
         Better plan all month

      Better plan all year

         You're dressed up like a clown
         Putting on your act
         It's the only time all year
         You'll ever admit that

         I can see your eyes
         I can see your brain
         Baby nothing's changed
         (repeat)

         You're still hiding in a mask
         You take your fun seriously
         No, don't blow this year's chance
         Tomorrow your mold goes back on

         After Halloween

         You go to work today
         You'll go to work tomorrow
         Shitfaced tonight
         You'll brag about it for months

         Remember what I did
         Remember what I was
         Back on Halloween

         But what's in between?
         Where are your ideas?
         You sit around and dream
         For next Halloween

         Why not everyday?
         Are you so afraid
         What will people say
         (repeat)

         After Halloween

         Because your roll is planned for you
         There's nothing you can do

       But stop and think it through
         But what will your boss say to you

         And what will your girlfriend say to you

         And what will people out on the street they might glare at you
         And whadya know?  You're pretty self-conscious too

         So you run back and stuff yourselves in rigid business costumes
         Only at night to score is your leather uniform exhumed
         Why don't you take your social regulations
         And shove 'em up your ass


         WINNEBAGO WARRIOR

         Roughin' it in the great outdoors
         Guidebooks tell us where to go
         Winnebego Warrior

         Slow down traffic climbing hills
         30 gallons to the mile
         Honey, quick, the Polaroid

         (chorus)
         Winnebago Warrior
         Brave as old John Wayne
         Winnebago Warrior
         A true yankee pioneer

         Stop at Stuckey's for a meal
         Blab all day on the CB
         Winnebago Warrior

         Littered campgrounds, folding chairs

        Feed Doritos to the bears
         Honey, quick, the Polaroid

         (chorus)

         Kill some fish down by the creek
         Hang their picture by the sink
         Show your grandson who's the boss

         Tie your two tote-goats to the fronts
         U-haul trailer full of souvenirs
         That you buy along the way


         RIOT

         Rioting - the unbeatable high
         Adrenalin shoots your nerves to the sky
         Everyone knows this town is gonna blow
         And it's all gonna blow right now...

         Now you can smash all the windows that you want
         All you need are some friends and a rock
         Throwing a brick never felt so damn good
         Smash some more glass
         Scream with a laugh
         And wallow with the crowd
         Watch them kicking peoples' ass

         But you get to the place
         Where the real slavedrivers live
         It's walled off by the riot squad
         Aiming guns right at your head
         So you turn right around
         And play right into their hands
         And set your own neighbourhood
         Burning to the ground instead

         (chorus)
         Riot - the unbeatable high
         Riot - shoots your nerves to the sky
         Riot - playing into their hands
         Tomorrow you're homeless
         Tonight it's a blast

         Get your kicks in quick
         They're callin' the National Guard
         Now could be your only chance
         To torch a police car

         Climb the roof, kick the siren in
         And jump and yelp for joy
         Quickly - dive back in the crowd
         Slip away, now don't get caught

         Let's loot the spiffy Hi-Fi Store
         Grab as much as you can hold
         Pray your arms won't fall off
         Here comes the owner with a gun

         (chorus)

         The barricades spring up from nowhere
         Cops in helmets line the lines
         Shotguns prod into your bellies
         The trigger fingers want an excuse
         now

         The raging mob has lost its nerve
         There's more of us but who goes first
         No one dares to cross the line
         The cops know that they've won

         It's all over but not quite
         The pigs have just begun to fight
         They club your heads, kick your teeth
         Police can riot all they please

         (chorus)

         Tomorrow you're homeless
         Tonight it's a blast


         BLEED FOR ME

         You've been hanging 'round
         With an enemy of the state

 Come with me to the building
         That no one stops to watch

         (chorus)
         C'mon bleed
         C'mon bleed
         C'mon bleed
         Bleed for me

         We'll strap you to a pipe
         Electrodes on your balls
         C'mon scream
         C'mon writhe
         Face down in a pool of piss

         (chorus)

         In the 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?
         If it's keeping out the russians

         We're well trained by the CIA
         With Yankee tax money in Ft. Bragg
         The Peace Corps builds us labor camps
         When they think they're building schools

         Hah

         When cowboy Ronnie comes to town
         Forks out his tongue at Human rights
         Sit down enjoy our ethnic meal
         Dine on some charbroiled nuns
         Try a medal on...
         Smile at the mirror as the cameras click
         And make big business happy
         Anytime
         Anywhere
         Maybe you'll just disappear

         (chorus)


         I AM THE OWL

         I am your plumber
         No I never went away
         I still bug your bedrooms
         And pick up everything you say
         It can be a boring job
         To monitor all day your excess talk

         I hear when you're drinking
         And cheating on your lonely wife
         I play tape recordings
         Of you to my friends at night

         We've got our girl in bed with you
         You're on candid camera
         We just un-elected you

         (chorus)
         I am the owl
         I seek out the fowl
         Wipe 'em away
         Keep America free
         For clean livin' folks like me

         If you demonstrate
         Angainst somebody we like
         I'll slip on a wig
         And see if I can start a riot
         Transform you to an angry mob
         All your leaders go to jail for my job


      But we aren't the russians
         Political trials are taboo
         We've got our secret
         Ways of getting rid of you
         Fill you full of LSD
         Turn you loose on a freeway

         (chorus)

         Send you spinning
         Send you spinning
         Send you spinning all over the freeway
         Spinning on the crowded freeway
         Spinning on the freeway
         Spinning on the freeway
         Spin...
         Spin...
         Spin - Lookout

         The Press, they never even cared
         Why a youth leader walked into a speeding car
         In ten years we'll leek the truth
         By then it's only so much paper

         Watergate hurt
         But nothing really ever changed
         A teeny bit quieter
         But we still play our little games
         We still play our little games
         We still play our little games
         We still play our little games
         We still play a lot of games
         I am the owl

         (chorus)


         DEAD END

         Once I had a close friend
         I knew him for quite a while
         He seemed all right to me
         We had this deal together
         Tied up my money and time
         And then he went away
         Taking all that was mine

         (chorus)
         Oh, well, things crumble to an end
         Hell, we all die in the end
         Die in the end

         Once it was fun to worry
         About who was in control
         Could look into the future
         But now it don't seem right
         Passion is filling the air
         Profits and better than life
         And things are harder to beat

         (chorus)

         It's a dead end
         Dead end
         Dead end

         Once I had a lover
         I knew her for quite a while
         She seemed alright to me
         But then she was gone
         She took my lovin' and my time
         Taking all that was mine
         And leaving me far behind

         (chorus)

         It's a dead end
         Dead end
         Dead end


         MOON OVER MARIN

         The crowded future stings my eyes
         I still find time to exercise
         In uniform with two white stripes

         Unlock my section of the sand
         It's fenced off to the waters edge
         I clamp a gasmask on my head

         (chorus)

         On my beach at night
         Bathe in my moonlight

         Another tanker's hit the rocks
         Abandoned to spill out its guts
         The sand is laced with sticky glops

         O'Shimmering moonlight sheen upon
         The waves and water clogged with oil
         White gassed steam up from the soil

         (chorus)

         I squash dead fish between my toes
         Try not to step on any bones
         I turn around and I go home

         I slip back through my basement door
         Switch off all the I own below
         Dive in my scalding wooden tub

         My own beach at night

         Electric moonlight

         There will always be a moon
         Over Marin


Well that's all the tunes.  What now?  I think I'm gonna write some moo files.

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