Bomb The Boats

I don't want no foreign pricks to take
my job away for 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 commits,
subhuman 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. So let's bomb the boats and
feed the fish.

Gulls peck flesh fram 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 want them
finding you alone? They're commies,
subhuman 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.

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 core for
issues like national unity, or conscription,
or who owns the fleur de lis. Donnez
ce quils ont choisiraient. Vive la Quebec
Libre et vive les separatistes. He's in
love with the system, always alone
in love with the system, never going
home. He's in love with the system
never find no work. He's in love with the 
system, what a jerk.

He thinks employment 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. Ha'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. He's in love with the system,
not himself.

A.I.D.S

Just another day on the rotten side of
life, he's looking for a sweet boy to
make him his wife. To the butcher's
dungeon steam house he makes his c
alls, 'cause he met his confidant
through the johnny box walls. Greasing
up his fist, puts leather masks to their
faces. Bobbin' for thrills in all the wrong
places. You wonder what he did to get
him in that awful way -- in an oxygen
tent singing glad to be gay. A.I.D.S.,
now you're gonna die. A.I.D.S., in hall
you're gonna fry. A.I.D.S., blame it on
your mother, your friends, this century,
your sister and brother.

Just another day in your glamorous life.
Needles and sluts help to ease your
strife. To the neon place where both
thrills call, 'cause you find your
confident off the stage door walls.

Heating up the needle and heating up
the girl. So geared up makes your top
lip curl. You wonder what got you in
that awful way -- in an oxygen. tent
singing rock 'n' roll is here to stay.

A.I.D.S., now you're gonna die. A.I.D.S.,
in hell you're gonna fry. A.I.D.S., blame
it on your mother, your friends, this
century, your sister and brother.

Whippin' loose your dick in a Haiti
swamp. Tying up a green monkey, go
for a romp. You wonder what got you
in this awful way, in an oxygen tent
singing what a lovely holiday.

Hell Begins At Home

Your mommy's gona away 'cause you
daddy's gone astray. The whore next
door wants a romp in the hay. Your
sister gets on for the fast in and out.
Your uncle makes sweat while the closet
boys shout. Now you found more
friends in the sickies downtown. They
been takin' you in, now you bring 'em
around. Now you think you're
something, really really something. Tell
you what I'm gonna do for your now.
I'm gonna' make life hell for you. I'm
gonna make like hell for you. 'Cause
hall begins at home.

The man next store like to diddle his
kids He beats his daughter 'cause she
saw what 'he did. His mother was
possessive of the manhood he had.
Reward him with her punishment
whenever he's bad. Hysteria rules, his
mind overturns. His malice, it grows and
his conscience discerns. And he's really
doing something, really really doing
something. He's gonna make life hell for
you. He's gonna make life hell for you.
He's gonna make life hell for you.
'Cause hell begins at home.

But he thinks of his childhood and
threatens his past. And he wants a
solution he knows he'll make last. And
he thinks he's going crazy, really crazy.
Tell you what he's gonna do to you
now. He's gonna make life hell for you.
He's gonna make life hell for you
gonna make life hell for you, 'Cause
hell begins at home.

Live Strippers In Action

Are you a pillar of the community?
What do you think about when you
look and see that pretty girl dancing on 
the tables, wavin' her cunt in your face?
Its out of the office and into your car.
Into your discreet clothes and into theb
ar. And you don't want your friends
and family to know what you're doing
 tonight. What you're looking for is extra
sexual passion. What you need is live
strippers in action. You can't get a hard-
on to save your life. And I don't blame
you' when I look at your wife. Until
think about the same old girl again,
wavin' her cunt in your face.

Do you dream about her when you're
fucking your wife? Do you dream about
her when you're sleeping at night? Then
hop right in your car, looking for that
same old girl again. What you're
looking for is extra sexual passion.
What you need is live strippers in
action.

Hanging around your local strip bar.
You get that pretty back in your car. For
a hundred dollar bill, man she can fuck
anything. Drooling like a lecher in
desperate need. At the front of the line,
taking a seat. Looking for that same old
girl again. Idiot smut mag making you
sing. Or rubbing your prick on a
chicken wing. Look up close man and
you can see and small everything. What
you need is extra sexual passion. What
you need is live strippers in action.

Hanging around your local bar. You got
a pretty girl in the back of your car. For
a hundred dollar bill, she'll screw and
suck anything. What you need is extra
sexual passion. What you need is live
strippers in action.

Little Girl Thrills

She never met a star before. She never
stepped into a car like that before. She
took donations for a common cause.
She never realized he inserted his
claws.

His pentagram would confiscate her
mind. To his satanic sex cult she would
be resigned. She did not know he had
control of her. South California and
acid bought her expensive furs.

Now he's getting his little girl thrills. Little
girl thrills. And she knows exactly how
to turn him on.

He owned her soul but didn't want her
heart. One drugged out nite he ripped
her sanity apart. She took the 'vator to
the thirteenth floor. Jumped out the
window like it was a brand new door.

Now he's getting his little girl thrills. Little
girl thrills. And she knows exactly how
to turn him on.

Shenever felt anything like thatbefore.
She found death on the thirteenth floor.

Now he's getting his little girl thrills, Little
girl thrills. And she knows exactly how
to turn him on.

Let's Go Back

Six-foot two in red white and blue
Gonna find out what napalm cando.
We're gonna finish what we should
have won. Bazookas and hand  
grenades to add to the fun.

Let's go back to Vietnam. Bowl 'em
down first strike. Twice again for Uncle
Sam. Victory this fight.

Its time to regroup and renew our
attack. The Vietnam freedom fighters
wanna go back. We're not gonna
collect any monkey's ears. Trading dog
tags for some communist tears.

Let's go back to Vietnam. Bowl 'em
down first strike. Twice again for Uncle
Sam. Victory this fight.

Wanna teach some commies how to
rock and roll. Gonna turn their
pavement into red hot coals. Kill a
commie for a mommie the American
way. Get the entire Middle East on the
very next day.

Let's go back to Vietnam. Bowl 'em
down first strike Twice again for Uncle
Sam. Victory this fight.

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. Millions of
assholes mourned his death. I'm gonna
steal his body from the place of rest.
Give him back in pieces when the
ransom's paid. Leave his hypodermics
where the money's 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 record
instead.

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.

Surfin' On Heroin

Annette and Frankie went to junkie
beach. Lots of smack was so close to
reach. Shot up at a luau down at
Waikiki. Freakin' at the sunset now
they're hap-happy.

Met Eric Zipper, introduced him to me
now I'm surfin' on heroin. Lots of smack
was so close to reach. Shot up at a luau
down at Waikiki. Freakin' at the sunset
now they're hap-happy

I'm so fucked up I can't remember my
name Tried it once, I'll never feel the
same. I'm swimming in a sea of puke.
Lend me a quarter play myself on the
juke. Got my kid brother hooked
yesterday. Pimping him pays for my
habit today.

I m surfin' on heroin. I'm surfin' on
heroin. Get a needle gonna stick it in.
I'm surfin' on heroin. I'm so drugged up,
I'm so fucked up. I'm surfin' on heroin.

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 awh
ore. 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 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 where it
began, Should have dropped some
bombs and watch how they ran. I left
my heart, left my heart in Iran

Rock And Roll's A Hard Life

So many years ago my name was
something you couldn't face to know.
Until you heard it that one night behind
the mask we call rock and roll. Stage
after stage my attitudes and memories
changed. Your values differed are now
rearranged. Another book, a brand
new page. More mountains left to
Climb. Many tunnels made of time. But
rock and roll, rock and roll keeps rolling
on.

Rock and roll is a hard life. Baby it's so
hard. So many things we've done.
Some were right, some were wrong.
Rock and roll is a hard life.

So many things died off from
childhood. Some so bad, some so
good. Makes me wonder why. A million
directions I had to try. More mountains
left to climb. Many tunnels made of
time. Feeling lonely in a crowd. Playing
rock and roll so loud. The louder they
rock the harder they fall. We still see
our names sprayed on walls.