| I'D RATHER THROW UP THAN GROW UP I'd rather throw up than grow up Than to be like you I'd rather hold my breath Till I turn blue, turn blue! I'd rather throw up than grow up Then live in society And raise stupid fuckers Who would be like me, just like me Responsibility, it ain't for me So why in the hell won't you let me be? I've seen people drivin' Cadillacs They drive those cars to little shacks, little shacks I eat pork and beans, and I fart real bad Responsibility makes me sad, makes me sad I'd rather throw up than grow up Than to have a job I'd rather throw up than grow up Yeah, I'm just a slob SURFIN' PUBLIC POOLS (U.S.A.) Got by board, goin' downtown Going' where the kids are hangin' around Goin' surfin', gonna have some fun You might think I'm a stupid fool But I like surfin' in public pools U.S.A. Cement beaches are my kinda sand Surfin' in pools makes me feel like a man Surfin' in pools with my dick in my hand You might think I'm a stupid fool But I like surfin' in public pools U.S.A. Ooh whop shoo whop, Ooh whop shoo whop U.S.A., U.S.A JOHNNY GAY COWBOY Yippy Ki Yie Yie Yippy Yippy Kie Yie Yay (repeat) Johnny moved to Dallas Bought his first pair of boots Bought a Smith & Wesson And he learned how to shoot Hung out at The City Lights Where he dressed in drag Johnny was a cowboy And he was a fag Shot a man on Main In the heart of downtown Wanted to go to prison Where he knew the men were around And now he's happy Gettin' fucked in his cell But you know Johnny You're gonna go to hell Johnny, Johnny, Johnny, Johnny, Johnny, Johnny Gay Cowboy (x2) PICTURE IN THE PAPER (in response to a Dallas newspaper article about the local punk rock scene by Doug Bedel) Well it pisses me off when people tell me I'm getting famous, a celebrity Ain't no star, don't wanna be So stick it up your ass and let me be (chorus) 'Cause I'm no better than you You're no better than me 'Cause I'm no better than you You're no better than me, motherfucker So I play rock & roll Beats being bored, at least I think so I don't mind being friends Call me anytime, don't treat me like a star 'Cause that would be a crime TO YOU FROM YOUR SWEETHEART When you get excited and your head starts to hurt You wanna grab a girl and lift up her skirt Your body is contaminated Don't know what it could be Just stay away from us Don't you give it to me (chorus) It's that dreaded disease, oh no! It'll tear you apart It's that dreaded disease, oh no! To you from your sweetheart - that bitch Your body is nothin' It's just fallin' apart You're livin' in the Twilite Zone There lies your heart You have an odor I mean you really stink Your brain is uncontrollable You can't even think (chorus) They're putting you away They're leaving you for dead But just live a bit longer So they can study your health We had to tell your wife "It's gonna happen to you", but when we went to see her (ha! ha!) She had it, too MILITANT FORCE It's finally here 1980 And you're standin' round lookin' dumb Thinkin' about 1969 wonderin' If the Beatles are ever gonna come No more time for peace Time to get off your ass and fight (chorus) We're a militant force We want to control your minds We're a militant force We won't be left behind motherfuckers Give us your minds to use for tools And don't even ask what for Soon we'll control the radio Then we'll go for much more Tired of being used for pawns By the government corporations Gonna use all the people to Work out our frustrations WE DO WHAT WE WANT We're young but not forever Some say we're crazy But I know better We do what we want We're sick of your rules Do what we want Don't go to your schools We do what we want We're sick of the system Do what we want And we don't gotta listen We're young but not forever Some say we're crazy But I know better We do what we want Don't have to listen to you We do what we want Why don't you go get screwed We do what we want What we think is right We do what we want And we're gonna fight BATTLEZONE Battlezone in the streets Change is in the air The people are feelin' the heat They know we're everywhere The government knows Free minds are a threat Revolution's comin' down So you better get set (chorus) Sick of the old ways Want our own way Give us a place to play Underground in the streets There's a new sound in this town The punks are poundin' the beat And the hippies are comin' around The radio hates it Then we call 'em on the phone They better realize We'll never leave 'em alone I'm sick, I'm sick, I'm sick Sick of the old way I'm sick of your bullshit It's our fucking turn CONFUSED It's Friday night And I'm lookin' for some fun That girl right there Looks like she's the one You know you want it, bitch You want it real bad If you don't get some dick You'll get real real mad Think you're cool Real real slick Come to me, honey And I'll give you some dick You're a nympho, baby You can't be satisfied You had incest with your daddy Till the day he died (chorus) It was suicide that got you out Suicide that got your out It was suicide that got you out Got you out, got you out, got you out Your mother was a hooker Down on Lost Avenue Aunt Rose was a faggot Went to bed with you You're gonna choose a mark But you won't admit When she tied you to the bed You really like that shit NEW WAY Hey people What's wrong with you? Get off your ass You've got something to do Change is comin' Don't let it pass you by Don't get a second chance Before you die New way (x4) It's a new way It's a new sound It's a new day For the underground GRACE SLICK Grace Slick Eats dick Does it quick She's no hick SHOW US YOUR TITTIES (LET'S ROCK) Show us your titties Let's rock (repeat until titties are shown -- regardless of time) I DON'T LIKE YOU I donšt like you (pick someone out and repeat title until they are really pissed off -- regardless of time) TWILITE ZONE I wake up to find this place I've never seen Have I lost my mind, or could it be a dream? Well, the TV told me someday I'll be alone To wander scared and helpess in the Twilite Zone HELP ME I'M DEAD Lyin' here limp And my blood runs red Killed by a wimp Help me, I'm dead Called him a wimp And he got real mad I didn't spot the ax That he had Lyin' in a puddle And my blood runs red My soul's been sold Help me, I'm dead Lyin' in the gutter My blood runs red Killed by a wimp Help me, I'm dead I DON'T WANT IT AROUND (partial lyrics) When I'm poundin' the beat You know my head wants to shout When I'm poundin' the beat I don't want it around I don't want it around He don't want it around Take it to the lost & found I don't want you around Well I'm gonna hang out Cause you're just hanging around If you try to look me up Well, I'll knock you down |