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Album: Give Me Convenience Or Give Me Death (1987)
Artists: Dead Kennedys

  1. A Child And His Lawnmower
  2. Buzzbomb From Pasadena
  3. California über Alles
  4. California Uber Alles
  5. Holiday In Cambodia
  6. I Fought The Law (and I Won)
  7. In-Sight
  8. Kinky Sex Makes The World Go 'Round
  9. Life Sentence
  10. Night Of The Living Rednecks
  11. Police Truck
  12. Pull My Strings
  13. Saturday Night Holocaust
  14. Short Songs
  15. Straight A's
  16. The Man With The Dogs
  17. The Prey
  18. Too Drunk To Fuck


Dead Kennedys
Give Me Convenience Or Give Me Death
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
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