Lyrics:
D O A Last Scream Of The Missing Neighbors

guard your sky flying their fighter planes upside down stoned out of their minds for a real hot time how 'bout an air show crash? or a g.i. riding a stolen

things you do bought a dossier on your whole life clear back to the pranks you did in school at age 5 there's millions on file at the touch of a button

work, work, work, work, work chorus: we gotta get out of this place if it's the last thing we ever do we gotta get out of this place babe, there's a better

guard your sky Flying their fighter planes upside down Stoned out of their minds For a real hot time How 'bout an air show crash? Or a G.I. riding a

I were dicator You know what I'd do?!?!? Come to think of it, There's a problem there For aspiring tyrants like me and you... Ever wonder what it'd really

You see a black face-you see a crackhead You see a black face-you see a crackhead You see a black face-you see Willie Horton with a knife You see Willie

hit it off right away. So, we started living together. He'd go to work, he'd come home, I'd mix Him a drink, we'd have dinner. And then I found out, "