In Love With The System - Lyrics

Bomb the Boats and Feed the Fish

I don't want no foreign pricks to take my job away from me
My tax dollars paid their ransom, would they do the same for me?
I don't, I don't want them in my home
I don't, I don't want them finding me alone
They're commies, sub-human subversives
They're commies, human living curses
They got nowhere to go so let them drown
I don't want them around so let them drown
Let's bomb the boats and feed the fish

Gulls peck flesh from rancid stiffs decaying on the deep blue sea
Bits and pieces here and there, bomb them far from my country
Do you, do you want them in your home
Do you, do you want them finding you alone?
They're commies, sub-human subversives
They are commies, human living curses
They got nowhere to go so let them blow
They got nowhere to go so let them blow
I don't want them around so let them drown
Let's bomb the boats and feed the fish. Bomb the boats and feed the fish.
Bomb the boats and feed the fish. Bomb the boats and feed their fucking flesh to the fish.

I Think of Her

Every time I think of her, I close my eyes.
She was a velvet doll, she was a punk rocker.
When I walked off stage I fell in love with her.
I stared at her from across the bar - I want her near to me.
So close and dear to me.
Later that night she asked me home, so I took her home where we were all alone.

I think of her, when she's not around.
I think of her, when she's in the underground.
I think of her, when she's not in town.
I think of her.

I held her tight as she clutched my hand.
Can you understand? I gotta be her man.
She became special to me just in a night.
You see the dreams we have, the dreams we shared.
The for awhile, for about a week we played a silly adult game of hide and seek.
But now I gotta have that girl to be with me forever. Baby!

I think of her, when she's not around.
I think of her, when she's in the underground.
I think of her, when she's not in town.
I think of her.

In Love With the System

Every new government's more expensive than the last,
watch the fresh ways they have to waste our taxes fast.
You can try to hang me. I'll make sure the rope gets broke.
Proving once again, this country's justice is a joke.

I'm in love with the system, always all alone.
I'm in love with the system, never going home.
I'm in love with the system, never find no work.
I'm in love with the system not myself.

He don't care for issues like national unity,
or conscription, or who owns the fleur de lis.
Donnez lui ce quils ont choisiraient.
Vive la Quebec Libre et vive les separatistes.

He's in love with the system, always all alone.
He's in love with the system, never going home.
He's in love with the system, never finds no work.
He's in love with the system, what a jerk.

He thinks unemployment is the government's fault.
He wants to bring the system to a crashing halt.
He wants something to do. He needs money today.
Working at the post office just to strike for higher pay.
He's in love with the system, always all alone.

He's in love with the system, never going home.
He's in love with the system, never finds no work.
He's in love with the system not himself. (repeated)

The Punks are Alright

I don't mind another guy fucking with my girl
If he does, she can get the hell out of my world
Get it into your head, all your morals are dead
I'm your leader instead 'cause the punks are alright

Sometimes, I feel like it's not worth trying
There's times when I can't even bother crying
Get it into your head, rock and roll has gone dead
I'm a punk and it's me instead 'cause the punks are alright

You know, I can't help feeling pissed off
There's days when I feel like getting lost
I don't mind some bureaucrats trying to rip me off
I got their number and I just might have them tossed
'Cause they'll lead us to hell, but we'll all live to tell
It's their time to bid farewell 'cause the punks are alright
The punks are alright.

Rich And Bored

Bored bored bored, rich and bored.
Bored bored bored, rich and bored.
Bored bored bored, rich and bored.
Bored bored bored, rich and bored.

Everything I own my old man bought for me.
I got a brand new car and it's a limousine.
He bought me a home and gave me a colour T V
Look at me, baby, look at me.
I am pure fucking bored and rich.

Daddy got me a job in a factory.
He bought me a pin-up girl straight from a magazine.
He even bought me tickets straight for the New York scene.
Look at me, baby, look at me.
I am pure fucking bored and rich.

Now I'm gonna be exactly what I wanna be.
Self imposed exile hiding in Paris.
Rock and roll star will always be the thing for me.
Look at me, baby, look at me.
I am pure fucking bored and rich.

Time To Run

Hey, little girl, or really are you a little girl?
I remember meeting you on the scene, I fell for you though you're just fourteen.
Hey Lolita, if you ever need a place to stay,
if you ever just want to get away, come on with me, a runaway.

I had her back here with me. I remember her face.
Then someone squealed to the pigs, now she's gone away.
And there's no time for fun and there's no time for anyone
and there's just time to run and I'm asking you--
who are you to judge morality? I had her so safe and sound here with me.
But when you're walking down the street who are you to smile at who you meet?
Who are you to look too close at me? Who are you to go on judging me?
And I'm asking you--who are you to judge morality?
I had her so safe and sound here with me.

You better look out for the pigs in Toronto.
Look out for the pigs in London.
Who are they after in Toronto? Look out for the pigs.

Fuck Me Dead

I don't like the name tag between your toes.
I don't like the snot running out of your nose.
I don't like the stains on your pantyhose - just your cold stiff body when I hold you close.
I love rigor mortis when it just sets in.
I know where you're goin' I don't care where you've been.
A pillow in a coffin's just as good as a bed and baby how I love it when you fuck me dead.
Baby how I love it when you fuck me dead.

Every new girl's another three day affair.
I got to be gentle not to pull out your hair.
It really doesn't matter if she's gray haired and old.
It really doesn't matter if she's too young and cold.

Smiling in emergency a drag your O.K.
I'd rather make it with you when you're DOA.
Lying there stiff when it's time to play.
I can't wait till the undertaker goes away.
Hanging upside down when you're getting drained.
S&M pleasure on the wall when you're chained.
When you splatter love juices still remain and baby how I love you when you fuck me dead.
Baby I love it when you fuck me dead.

Baby, baby, I'll hold you close.
Quick, quick before you decompose.
Baby how I love it when you fuck me dead.
Baby how I love it when you fuck me dead.
Baby how I love it when you fuck.

No Beatles Reunion

Paul McCartney can't be paid enough.
For Lennon aren't the boys quite good, that's tough.
Ringo's body is old and almost heart attack.
Won't George's religion let him go back?

Such sentimental shit and you're full of it.
Yeah, yeah, yeah! You saw them from afar.
Sullivan showed those English stars.

You put them on a phony pedestal and gave them your money.
They are the multimillion dollar joke that ain't funny.
To hell with the Beatles reunion.
They're too old to rock and roll.
They're songs will have no meaning.
They're the establishment they once rejected.
We know some day we'll be more popular than God and all because we didn't grow our hair.
Today old men they just don't rate and Beatles' commercialism's out of date.

We hate such sentimental shit. You're full of it.
Yeah, yeah, yeah! You saw them from afar.
Sullivan showed those English stars.

You put them on a phony pedestal and gave them your money.
They are the multimillion dollar joke and that ain't funny.
To hell with the Beatles reunion.
We don't smoke the same cigarettes as Mick Jagger.

You're a Rebel Too

Remember what your parents said in sixty-four?
When they saw you grow your hair and didn't want to see more.
You swore you'd never be like them
and you stood for your convictions rebel girls and men.
Frisco flower power sixty-seven
and hippies had their cool thought they had their heaven.
Screwed their heads up when they used their dope.
Now they're so messed up that they've lost all hope.
Look and see the kids how they've cut their hair.
See the pins and the blades that they like to wear.
You hate them and you don't want more
and you're just like your parents were in sixty-four.
You're a rebel too.

I Left My Heart in Iran

So I see you want to start a World War.
Death comes in threes and it's so fun to score.
That Ayatollah really must be a whore.
Filth eating camel sweat he's a sickie moslem so hard to please.
His kind of thinking must show you his disease.

I left my heart, left my heart in Iran.
Bring back the Shah that's where it began.
Should've dropped some bombs and watched how they ran.
I left my heart, left my heart in Iran.

Death is his only groupie.
Remember hiding in Paris?
Now can't you see his only answer is there.
When he sees his country dying,
no one else in the world is crying
the only one humanitarian way.
That's why I'm a mercenary.

I left my heart in Iran.
Bring back the Shah that's where it began.
Should have dropped some bombs and watched how they ran.
I left my heart, left my heart in Iran.

Elvis is Dead

Elvis is dead, Elvis is dead
The big fat guy is dead, dead, dead
Elvis is dead, Elvis is dead
The big fat goof is dead, dead, dead

Millions of assholes mourned his death
I'm gonna steal his body from the place of rest (x2)

Give him back in pieces when the ransom's paid
Leave his hypodermics where the moneys laid

Elvis is dead, Elvis is dead
The big fat goof is dead, dead, dead
Elvis is dead, Elvis is dead
Spend your money on our records instead

Bones In The Hallway

One day boys and girls you're gonna be dead.
You'll do nothing but get married and make noise in bed.
You'll be someone's nigger and you'll lick their ass.
You'll grow fat and ugly and your mind will fail.

You are just bones in the hallway.
Cogs in a machine.
Little Bozos caught in a false dream.
You'll never amount to anything.

Why go on? You're life's a waste.
You'll never make a mark in the human race.
Your only goal is to consume and be consumed.
So consume a casket and go away.

You're bones in the hallway.
Cogs in a machine.
Little Bozos caught in a false dream.
You'll never amount to anything.

Ignorant little boy, white middle class girl.
Searching for the Utopian dream.
When will you ever learn.
The only life to live is the life you can touch.

You are bones in the hallway.
Cogs in a machine.
Little Bozos caught in a false dream.
You'll never amount to anything.