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Dead Kennedys Give Me Convenience Or Give Me Death

Some clown in Sacramento was dragged into court He shot lawnmower, disobeyed, it wouldn't start Might makes right, it's the American way They fined him

of those people as you can We'll call up every last youngster we can get our hands on Give 'em an hour or two to learn how to use an automatic rifle

worm You look so fine to dance with me The fly eye lights are throbbin' I'm burnin' up the floor Whirlin', twirlin', close my eyes No faces judgin' me

and leave me home to rest Hold my head wake me warm Tell me I am loved give me hope Let me cry and make me feel Give me touch The window's broken, bleeding

cock big enough, is my brain small enough? For you to make me a star, give me a toot I'll sell you my soul, pull my strings and I'll go far Give me a

always wear the happy face Close your eyes, can't happen here Big Bro' on white horse is near The hippies won't come back you say Mellow out or you

: You used to be a partner in crime Now you say you ain't got the time Gotta get serious, gotta plan Gotta pass those entrance exams Oh my God It's

fuck I'm sick soft gooey and cold Too drunk to fuck I'm about to drop My head's a mess The only salvation is I'll never see you again You give me

: So you been to school for a year or two And you know you've seen it all In daddy's car thinkin' you'll go far Back east your type don't crawl Play