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Dead Kennedys Bedtime For Democracy

Punk's not dead It just deserves to die When it becomes another stale cartoon A closed-minded, self centered social club Ideas don't matter, it's who

Have you heard about the latest craze That's sweepin' across the nation All the punks from coast to coast Have discovered an old invention: "Your hair

soften all the blows Of your forced daily routine We strip-mine your underground culture Take the bite out and rinse it clean Give ourselves credit for

come home So c'mon John, whadya say? It's been dancing in my head for years What'll happen if I push this button: Let's start World War III for fun

Buy Buy from Circle A Like hula hoops, it's a disposable craze Another fast-food fad to throw away Get your Anarchy For Sale Anarchy For Sale Anarchy For

Name one thing on earth lower than a tough guy Who talks with his fists instead of using his head Who beats the shit out of anything it can't understand

final frontier How dare you question our Star Wars plans For the farce that they are? You're going where no man has gone before For rocking the boat

the Clown To draft age kids It sure looks like fun- "Kill 'em all And let God sort 'em out." Like video games-no mess Just fuel for a mass lapse of

around our power Bankrupt L.A.'s streetcar line So people pay more to drive Plant strategic freeways To divide neighborhoods by color lines We'd rather pay for