Two more from the Dead Kennedys. -- Final End

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Date Posted: 02:13:46 10/15/02 Tue
Author: The Serpent
Subject:

Two more from the Dead Kennedys.

Moral Majority

You call yourselves the Moral Majority
We call ourselves the people in the real world
Trying to rub us out, but we're going to survive

God must be dead if you're alive

You say, 'God loves you.
Come and buy the Good News'
Then you buy the president
And swimming pools
So, Jesus deosn't save
Until we're lining your pockets

God must be dead if you're alive

Circus tent con-men
And Southern belle bunnies
Milk your emotions
Then they steal your money

It's the new dark ages
With the fascists toting bibles
Cheap nostalgia for the Salem Witch Trials

Stodgy ayatollahs in their dobble-knit ties
Burn lots of books
So they can feed you their lies
Masturbating with a flag and a bible

God must be dead if you're alive

Blow it out your ass, Jerry Falwell
Blow it out your ass, Jesse Helms
Blow it out your ass, Ronald Reagan

What's wrong with a mind of my own?

You don't want abortions
You want battered children
You want to ban the pill
As if that solves the problem

Now you wanna force us to pray in school
God must be dead since you're such a fool

You're planning for a war with or without Iran
Building a police state with the Klu Klux Klan
Pissed at your neighbor?
Don't bother to nag
Pick up the phone and turn in a fag

Blow it out your ass, Terry Dolan
Blow it out your ass, Phyllis Schlafly
Ram it up your cunt, Anita

Cuz God's dead
If you're alive

A Growing Boy Needs His Lunch

In lonely gas stations with mini-marts
You'll find rows of them for sale
Liquor-filled statues of Elvis Presley
Screw his head off
And drink like a vampire

His disciples flock to such a fitting shrine
Sprawled across from his graceless mansion
A shopping mall
Filled with prayer rugs and Elvis dolls

And I wonder
Yeah, I wonder

Will Elvis take the place of Jesus
In a thousand years?

Religious wars..

Barbaric laws..

Bloodshed worldwide
Over what's left of his myth

A growing boy needs his lunch

When pesticides get banned
We're safe up north
We just sell 'em to those other countries

Soon there's lots of exotic deformed babies
Somehow that's not our fault

Just dip 'em in glaze
Paint 'em orange and green
For the Arizona roadside stands
To sell alongside plaster burros
And birthbaths

And I wonder
Yeah, I wonder

Why so many insects around us
Feed off the dead

Death squads..

Starvation..

Foreign aid?

Just leave it to the magic of the marketplace

A growing boy needs his lunch

Everyone should just love each other..

*Dip your toe into the fire*

Drop your guns and lawsuits
And love each other..

*Life begins beyond the bunker*

And while you're busy hugging in the streets

*Outgrowing your hatred for all to see*

Jiminy Cricket's found a game to play..

Stick your neck out in trust..

It'll be chopped away!!

Muahahaha!!

Jimmy through your locked front doors
Rifle through your sacred drawers

Line my pockets..

Deface your dreams
Til the cows come home to me

Nibbling like an earwig
Winding through your brain
Bound like Lawrence Harvey
Spread-eagle to a bed

The migraine gets worse
When we find out we lay eggs
And no one in all of Borneo
Can hear you scream

Turn on..

Tune in..

Cop out..

Drop kick
Turn in
Tune out

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