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#4975 toomuchstash
Posted 27 September 2005 - 9:15 PM
THE DEAD KENNEDYS: Saturday Night Holocaust
There's a prefab building and a funny smell
Around the hill outside of town
Every now and then we wonder
But we shrug our shoulders
And get back to work
There's a railroad there and trains go by
And there's people locked in cattle cars
And have you noticed
The french fries at the A&W
Taste a little strange?
I drive down to the disco
Pompadour and pink lamme
I bow and blow the doorman
He parts the chain, says join the game
A quick line in the girls room
To the bar for the electrodes
A coin into the right slits
Tape my temple watch me go
Now I want your perfect Barbie-doll lips
And I want your perfect Barbie-doll eyes
Slip my fingers down your Barbie-doll dress
Up and down your spandex ass
If I lit a match for you
You'd melt before my eyes
C'mere my pretty glow-worm
You look so fine to dance with me
The fly-eye lights are throbbin'
I'm burning up the floor
Whirling twirling
Close my eyes
No faces judging me
But I want your perfect Barbie-doll lips
And I want your perfect Barbie-doll eyes
Slip my fingers down your Barbie-doll dress
Up and down your spandex ass
A Hitler youth in jogging suit
Smiling face banded 'round his arm
Says, 'Line up, you've got work to do
We need dog food for the poor'
A scream bleats out, we're herded into lines
Customized vans wait outside
I'm getting scared of my new home
To Auschwitz condominiums we go
Oh no
Now I want your perfect Barbie-doll lips
And I want your perfect Barbie-doll eyes
Let my fingers down your dress
One more time
(god I'm so punk rock (well, at least more punk than any of you :p ))
There's a prefab building and a funny smell
Around the hill outside of town
Every now and then we wonder
But we shrug our shoulders
And get back to work
There's a railroad there and trains go by
And there's people locked in cattle cars
And have you noticed
The french fries at the A&W
Taste a little strange?
I drive down to the disco
Pompadour and pink lamme
I bow and blow the doorman
He parts the chain, says join the game
A quick line in the girls room
To the bar for the electrodes
A coin into the right slits
Tape my temple watch me go
Now I want your perfect Barbie-doll lips
And I want your perfect Barbie-doll eyes
Slip my fingers down your Barbie-doll dress
Up and down your spandex ass
If I lit a match for you
You'd melt before my eyes
C'mere my pretty glow-worm
You look so fine to dance with me
The fly-eye lights are throbbin'
I'm burning up the floor
Whirling twirling
Close my eyes
No faces judging me
But I want your perfect Barbie-doll lips
And I want your perfect Barbie-doll eyes
Slip my fingers down your Barbie-doll dress
Up and down your spandex ass
A Hitler youth in jogging suit
Smiling face banded 'round his arm
Says, 'Line up, you've got work to do
We need dog food for the poor'
A scream bleats out, we're herded into lines
Customized vans wait outside
I'm getting scared of my new home
To Auschwitz condominiums we go
Oh no
Now I want your perfect Barbie-doll lips
And I want your perfect Barbie-doll eyes
Let my fingers down your dress
One more time
(god I'm so punk rock (well, at least more punk than any of you :p ))
#4980
Posted 27 September 2005 - 10:54 PM
NOFX - We Threw Gasoline on the Fire and Now We Stumps for Arms and No Eyebrows
Best song title ever.
And if we're looking for disturbing old-school punk....
TSOL - Code Blue
I never got along with the girls at my school
Filling me up with all their morals and their rules
They?d pile all their problems on my head
I?d rather go out and fuck the dead
?Cause I can do what I want and they won?t complain
I wanna fuck I wanna fuck the dead
Middle of the night so silently
I creep on over to the mortuary
Lift up the casket and fiddle with the dead
Their cold blue flesh makes me turn red
?Cause I can do what I want and they won?t complain
I wanna fuck I wanna fuck the dead
And I don?t even care how she died...
But I like it better if she smells of formaldehyde!
Never on the rag or say leave me alone
They don?t scream and they don?t moan
Don?t even cry if I shoot in their hair
Lying on the table she smiles and she stares
Best song title ever.
And if we're looking for disturbing old-school punk....
TSOL - Code Blue
I never got along with the girls at my school
Filling me up with all their morals and their rules
They?d pile all their problems on my head
I?d rather go out and fuck the dead
?Cause I can do what I want and they won?t complain
I wanna fuck I wanna fuck the dead
Middle of the night so silently
I creep on over to the mortuary
Lift up the casket and fiddle with the dead
Their cold blue flesh makes me turn red
?Cause I can do what I want and they won?t complain
I wanna fuck I wanna fuck the dead
And I don?t even care how she died...
But I like it better if she smells of formaldehyde!
Never on the rag or say leave me alone
They don?t scream and they don?t moan
Don?t even cry if I shoot in their hair
Lying on the table she smiles and she stares