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Dead Kennedys Plastic Surgery Disasters

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

Look at me go So it's Halloween And you feel like dancin' And you feel like shinin' And you feel like letting loose Oh, whatcha gonna be Babe, you better

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

moonlight sheen upon The waves and water clogged with oil White gases steam up from the soil On my beach at night Bathe in my moonlight I squash dead

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

on them Pain is in your mind, gotcha comin' back for more Again and again and again and again Gonna rip you off, rip you off Doctor says, "You need surgery

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 PhD to show you're smart

: Why are such a stupid asshole? Would you really like to know? Well, pay your fee, remove your clothes, and Yvette will show you how You went to school

: 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 build an impression I block out thinking