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Dead Kennedys Plastic Surgery Disasters

: No junk food, just earthly goods I ate weird berries in the woods Now I'm seeing colors, I'm getting higher I think I'll start a forest fire There

: 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

: I am your plumber No I never went away I still bug your bedrooms And pick up everything you say It can be a boring job To moniter all day your excess

sand is laced with sticky glops O' Shimmering moonlight sheen upon The waves and water clogged with oil White gases steam up from the soil [Chorus] I squash dead

future But now it don't seem right Passion is filling the air Profits are better than life And things are harder to bear [Chorus] It's a dead end Dead end Dead

Buzzbomb Buzzbomb Macho-mobile The road's my slave That's how I feel I cruise alone I cruise real far I don't love you I love my car 'Cross Nevada

the future But now it don't seem right Passion is filling the air Profits are better than life And things are harder to bear [Chorus] It's a dead end Dead end Dead

We got a drug We're gonna try it out on you Won't make you die It'll getcha just a little bit sick [Chorus] Got a head cold Got a chest cold And it

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