Letras:
Dead Kennedys Bedtime For Democracy

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 common

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

: 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

: Dear Abby, Got a problem. I'm a decent, underpaid, hardworking county coroner. It's important that my family eat meat at least three times a week

: I say, come on! To pleasures unknown Where we fly to when we are all bored C'mon for the ride And hop with the jet set tonight We'll sun ourselves

: 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

dig a little while, You'll find our acid baths Cesspools In Eden Oozing away: Groundwater's poisoned Air stings like hell The lines for doctors grow

: Hey! Yo! We're the United States Marines We know you've all been killing each other For at least two thousand years But we're here now To protect the

: 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