Cold and filthy and out of hope You'll find me at the end of my rope Human garbage, more trash in the streets Wave a white flag in total defeat Your
John Wayne was a Nazi He liked to play SS Kept a picture of Apolph, Tucked in his cowboy vest Sure he would string up your mother Sure he would torture
I dreamed last night No more cops It felt alright No more cops No need to fight No more cops 'Cause no one needs to steal Everyone gets a meal If
There seems to be a problem The people won't behave They seem to fear our power less Than what's beyond the grave The clergy won't preach All the
They shouldn't be driving day or night They can't think left, they can only think right The sun reflects off their bald head Like Ian Stuart they're
My family is a little weird Daddy wears a dress Mommy grows a beard All our neighbors complain all the time Really don't understand my kind Little
Every November we're told to remember How Indians and Pilgrims ate turkeys and pumpkins And thanked God for giving their new way or living So every
[Originally by Jimi Hendrix] It's very far away, It takes about half a day, To get there, if we travel by my a.....dragonfly No, it's not in Spain
Welcome aboard, non-believers, sinners and heathens Step right this way: Captain Dante at your service Please hold on rapids ahead The devil will
This land is your land, this land is my land From Love Canal to Three Mile Island From the Livermore labs to the offshore rigs This land was made for
Hey get out of your bed You're acting like a bore Everything's a mess Play it more hardcore Don't be playing dead We can hear you snore Sleep a little
Time out clock now running Human lemmings crowded hoard Ever faster to the shore Ever closing zero ground Official timer clock is wound Time out
This is a song for one of the godfather's of punk All the rock star bullshit he wasn't afraid to debunk Labeled himself a musical commie When in fact
K-mart hillbillies Ignorant and loud Here to prey on us A bully and proud Redneck lean and mean Fuckin' with our scene Ruined another night People bloody
All this talk of Jesus Christ, praying And reading the good book Acting like if they call themselves Christian Somehow they'll really be But these
Oh, the line at the welfare line is way outta line All the folks in the street, in the cold, in the heat, it's a crime Looking like a line or mourners
Pardon me President Reagan, But who are the terrorist now? This isn't a movie we're making, Who are the terrorist now? Contra-contrived, Grumman thrives
Here he comes, the man in the white suit El Exigente The Demanding One To decide if our beans Are rich enough Are they good enough? Have they the