I Am Emperor Ronald Reagan Born Again With Fascist Cravings
October 1982
Produced by Thom Wilson, Expressionless Kennedys and Due east Bay Ray
Additional Production by Geza X
Executive Producer: Norm
Recorded at Hyde Street Studios and Mobius Music
Engineered past Oliver DiCicco, John Cuniberti and Mark Wallner
Mastered by John Cuniberti with E Bay Ray
Also appearing:
The Mega-Zesty Designer Horns: Dave Barrett, Geoffrey Lyall and Bruce Ackley (Saxophones and Clarinet on "Terminal Preppie")
Ninotchka: Bankroll Vocals on "Winnebago Warrior" and "Woods Fire"
Melisa Webber every bit "The Voice of Christmas By."
Front end Cover Photo: ©Mike Wells.
Dorsum Cover Photo: Charles Gatewood.
December 1981
Produced by Norm and E Bay Ray
Engineered by Oliver DiCicco
Recorded at Möbius Music and live at Target
Mastered by John Cuniberti with Eastward Bay Ray
Choir on "Moral Majority": Eastward Bay Ray, Geoffrey Lyall, Ninotchka, Annette, HyJean, Darvon and Siobhan.
| PLASTIC SURGERY DISASTERS | |||
| Runway # | Song Title | Lyrics | Mp3 |
| 1. | Advice From Christmas Past | Get Lyrics | ---------- |
| 2. | Government Flu | Get Lyrics | ---------- |
| 3. | Terminal Preppie | Get Lyrics | ---------- |
| iv. | Trust Your Mechanic | Get Lyrics | ---------- |
| v. | Well Paid Scientist | Get Lyrics | ---------- |
| half dozen. | Buzzbomb | Get Lyrics | Get MP3 |
| vii. | Forest Fire | Get Lyrics | ---------- |
| eight. | Halloween | Go Lyrics | ---------- |
| 9. | Winnebago Warrior | Become Lyrics | ---------- |
| 10. | Riot | Go Lyrics | ---------- |
| 11. | Bleed For Me | Get Lyrics | ---------- |
| 12. | I Am the Owl | Get Lyrics | ---------- |
| xiii. | Dead Cease | Become Lyrics | ---------- |
| xiv. | Moon Over Marin | Get Lyrics | ---------- |
| IN GOD WE TRUST, INC. | |||
| Track # | Song Championship | Lyrics | Mp3 |
| xv. | Religious Vomit | Get Lyrics | ---------- |
| xvi. | Moral Bulk | Get Lyrics | ---------- |
| 17. | Hyperactive Child | Become Lyrics | ---------- |
| 18. | Kepone Factory | Get Lyrics | ---------- |
| xix. | Dog Bite | Get Lyrics | ---------- |
| 20. | Nazi Punks Fuck Off | Get Lyrics | ---------- |
| 21. | We've Got a Bigger Problem At present | Get Lyrics | ---------- |
| 22. | Rawhide | ---------- | ---------- |
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| BUZZBOMB Buzzbomb Buzzbomb, manlike-mobile / The road'south my slave, that'south how I feel / I cruise solitary, I cruise existent far / I don't dear you, I honey my machine / 'Cross Nevada at 110 / Highway fifty and there'south nobody there / Sign says, "Side by side sign thirty miles" / I work all week, each penny saved / Buys more escape from home / I'd rather prowl around all 24-hour interval / Than relieve up for a move / Plow through rest area San-O-Lets / Splat! Goes the lone salesman / Waiting in the men's room / Buzzbomb Buzzbomb, tape upwards loud / Blue piss clinging to my windshield / Faster faster in my car / Buzzbomb is my pride and joy / Male monarch of the trailer court / Waiting for the perfect chick / Who'll beloved me for my car / I tell her why I'm cool / She coos dorsum just what I like / When I pretend she's near / Naught through Ely where Pat Nixon was built-in / The cops 'round here certain looking bored / Flashing sirens - state patrol / They're scratching upwards my gorgeous paint chore / Shooting out my tires / Ain't no mode to get to heaven / Buzzbomb cornered at the 7-11 |
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| FOREST Burn No junk food, just earthly goods / I ate weird berries in the woods / Now I'm seeing colors, I'm getting college / I think I'll outset a forest fire / At that place's a forest fire climbing the colina / Called-for wealthy California homes / Better run run run run run run / From the fire / But some of us stay and watch / And nosotros recollect of your insurance costs / And we express joy express joy laugh express joy laugh laugh / At your lives / Windows covered with bars / Security guards / Is that a house or a fortress / Against the rest of the earth / Windows covered with confined / Security Guards / Is that a business firm or a prison / How you lot gonna get out / Electric bull and your tennis courts / Pink sports cars and your boats / Getting fried fried fried fried fried fried / By the fire / Windows covered with bars / Floodlights for the yard / It's a pleasure to watch you / Sentinel it all melt / Only hey! / What near the cocaine / Stockpiled in the basement / Be a hero and relieve it / You know you're gonna need it / Where's your brand new pretty wife / She might nevertheless be within / Either salve her or your cocaine from the fire / Only the gates and doors are locked / 'Cause the burglar alarms went off / Ever wonder why nosotros laugh express joy / At your lives / Windows covered with confined / Fences spiked with barbed wire / Never looked so helpless / Engulfed in flames / Cameras watchin' the walls / Don't forget the dogs / Now you're trapped in your prison house / How you gonna go out / See the gerbil / Run run run run run run run run run … / (repeat) / From the fire |
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| HALLOWEEN Then information technology'south Halloween / And you feel similar dancin' / And you feel similar shinin' / And you experience like letting loose / Whatcha gonna be / Babe, yous ameliorate know / And you improve program / Better plan all day / Better plan all calendar week / Better program all month / Improve program all year / Yous're dressed up like a clown / Putting on your act / It'south the only fourth dimension all yr / Yous'll e'er admit that / I tin see your optics / I can encounter your brain / Babe, nothing'south changed / (repeat) / You're however hiding in a mask / You take your fun seriously / No, don't accident this twelvemonth's chance / Tomorrow your mold goes back on / After Halloween / You get to work today / Yous'll become to work tomorrow / Shitfaced this night / You'll brag about it for months / Remember what I did / Remember what I was / Back on Halloween / Merely what's in between / Where are your ideas / You sit down around and dream / For next Halloween / Why not every solar day / Are you and so agape / What will people say / (echo) / Afterwards Halloween / Because your function is planned for you lot / There's nil y'all can practice / Only stop and recall it through / But what will the dominate say to you / And what will your girlfriend say to you / And the people out on the street they might glare at you / And whadya know, y'all're pretty self-conscious too / And then you run back and stuff yourselves in rigid business costumes / Only at nighttime to score is your leather uniform exhumed / Why don't yous take your social regulations / And shove 'em up your donkey |
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| WINNEBAGO WARRIOR Roughin' it in the slap-up outdoors / Guidebooks tell u.s.a. where to go / Winnebago Warrior / Irksome down traffic climbing hills / 30 gallons to the mile / Honey, quick, the Polaroid / Chorus: Winnebago Warrior / Brave as sometime John Wayne / Winnebago Warrior / A true yankee pioneer / Stop at Stuckey'due south for a repast / Blab all day on the CB / Winnebago Warrior / Littered campground, folding chairs / Feed Doritos to the bears / Honey, quick, the Polaroid / (Chorus) / Kill some fish down by the creek / Manus their motion picture past the sink / Show your grandson who's the boss / Necktie your 2 tote-goats to the front / U-Haul trailer full of souvenirs / that you buy along the way / (Chorus) |
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| Anarchism Rioting - the unbeatable high / Adrenaline shoots your nerves to the heaven / Everyone know this town is gonna accident / And it'southward all gonna blow right now / At present you can smash all the windows that you want / All yous really need are some friends and a stone / Throwing a brick never felt so damn good / Boom more glass / Scream with a laugh / And wallow with the crowds / Watch them kicking people's ass / But y'all get to the place / Where the real slavedrivers live / It'due south walled off by riot squad / Aiming guns correct at your heads / And so you lot turn correct around / And play right into their easily / And gear up your own neighborhood / Burning to the footing instead / Chorus: Riot - the unbeatable loftier / Riot - shoots your nerves to the heaven / Riot - playing into their hands / Tomorrow you lot're homeless / This evening it'south a nail / Go your kicks in quick / They're callin' the national guard / Now could be your merely adventure / To torch a police machine / Climb the roof, kick the siren in / And spring and yelp for joy / Chop-chop - dive back in the crowd / Slip away, now don't get caught / Let's loot the spiffy Hi-Fi store / Grab every bit much as you tin agree / Pray your full arms don't fall off / Hither comes the owner with a gun / (Chorus) / The barricades spring up from nowhere / Cops in helmets line the lines / Shotguns prod into your bellies / The trigger fingers want an excuse / At present / The raging mob has lost its nerve / At that place'due south more than of us but who goes first / No 1 dares to cross the lines / The cops know that they've won / It'due south all over only not quite / The pigs have merely begun to fight / They lodge your heads, kick your teeth / Police tin can anarchism all that they delight / (Chorus) / Tomorrow you're homeless / Tonight it'southward a smash |
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| BLEED FOR ME You've been hanging 'round / With an enemy of the country / Come with me to the building / That no one stops to watch / Chorus: C'mon bleed / C'mon bleed / C'monday drain / Bleed for me / We'll strap y'all to a pipage / Electrodes on your balls / C'mon scream / C'monday writhe / Face up down in a pool of piss / (Chorus) / In the proper noun of world peace / In the proper name of globe profits / America pumps up our secret police / America wants fuel / To get it, it needs puppets / So what's x million dead / If information technology's keeping out the Russians / We're well trained past the CIA / With yankee taxation coin in Ft. Bragg / The Peace Corps builds United states of america labor camps / When they retrieve they're building schools / Ha Ha / When cowboy Ronnie comes to town / Forks out his tongue at man rights / Sit, enjoy our ethnic meal / Dine on some charbroiled nuns / Attempt a medal on / Smiling at the mirror as the cameras click / And make big business happy - / Anytime / Anywhere / Maybe you'll only disappear / (Chorus) |
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| I AM THE OWL I am your plumber / No I never went away / I still bug your bedrooms / And option up everything you say / It can exist a boring job / To monitor all day your excess talk / I hear when you're drinking / And cheating on your solitary wife / I play tape recordings / Of you to my friends at night / Nosotros've got a daughter in bed with y'all / You're on aboveboard camera / We only un-elected you lot / Chorus: I am the owl / I seek out the foul / Wipe 'em away / Proceed America free / For make clean livin' folks like me / If you demonstrate / Confronting somebody we similar / I'll slip on my wig / And see if I tin showtime a riot / Transform you to an angry mob / All your leaders become to jail for my job / But we ain't the Russians / Political trials are taboo / We've got our secret / Ways of getting rid of y'all / Fill y'all full of LSD / Turn you lot loose on a freeway / (Chorus) / Send you spinning / Transport yous spinning / Send y'all spinning all over the state highway / Spinning on the crowded freeway / Spinning on the pike / Spinning on the state highway / Spin / Spin / Spin - lookout! / The press, they never even cared / Why a youth leader walked into a speeding car / In ten years nosotros'll leak the truth / By then it's simply and so much paper / You lot know, Watergate hurt / Just zilch actually ever inverse / A teeny bit quieter / But we all the same play our little games / We however play our fiddling games / (repeat) / I am the owl |
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| Dead END One time I had a shut friend / I knew him for quite a while / He seemed all right to me / We had this deal together / Tied upwards all my money and time / And and then he went away / Taking all that was mine / Oh well, things crumble to an stop / Hell, we all die in the end / Die in the end / Once it was fun to worry / About who was in control / Could look into the future / But now it don't seem right / Passion is filling the air / Profits are meliorate than life / and things are harder to conduct / It's a dead stop / Dead terminate / Dead cease / In one case I had a lover / I knew her for quite a while / She seemed all right to me / Only then she was gone / She took my lovin' and time / Taking all that was mine / And leaving me far behind / Information technology'southward a expressionless end / Dead terminate / Dead end |
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| MOON OVER MARIN The crowded future stings my eyes / I still find fourth dimension to exercise / In compatible with 2 white stripes / Unlock my section of the sand / It'due south fenced off to the water'southward border / I clamp a gas mask on my head / On my beach at nighttime / Bathe in my moonlight / Another tanker'due south hitting the rocks / Abandoned to spill out its guts / The sand is laced with sticky glops / O'shimmering moonlight sheen upon / The waves and water clogged with oil / White gases steam up from the soil / On my beach at night / Breast-stroke in my moonlight / I squish dead fish between my toes / Effort not to step on any basic / I turn effectually and I go habitation / I slip back through my basement door / Switch off all that I ain below / Dive in my scalding wooden tub / My own beach at night / Breast-stroke in my moonlight / There will always be a moon / Over Marin There, wasn't that a nice visit? Don't forget, a psychiatrist is on-duty 24 hours a day in the bluish room, only upwardly from the parking garage. Drink enough of water when you accept these. Now you tin can relax and return to your job |
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| RELIGIOUS VOMIT Chorus: All religions make me wanna throw up / All religions make me sick / All religions make me wanna throw up / All religions suck / They all claim that they have the truth / They'll fix you gratuitous / Just give 'em money and they'll set you free / Free for a fee / They claim that they have "the Reply" / When they don't even know the Question / They're just a bunch of liars / They simply want your money / They just want your consciousness / (Chorus) / All religions suck / All religions brand me wanna throw up / All religions suck / All religions make me wanna BLEAH / They really make me sick / They actually make me sick / They really make me sick / They really make me sick / They really make me sick / They really make me Sick |
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| MORAL Bulk You call yourselves the Moral Majority / We call ourselves the people in the real earth / Trying to rub us out, but we're going to survive / God must be dead, if you lot're alive / Y'all say, "God loves y'all. Come and buy the Good News" / Then you buy the president and swimming pools / If Jesus don't save 'til we're lining your pockets / God must be dead if y'all're alive / Circus tent con men and Southern belle bunnies / Milk your emotions then they steal your coin / It's the new nighttime ages with the fascists toting bibles / Cheap nostalgia for the Salem Witch Trials / Stodgy ayatollahs in their double-knit ties / Burn down lots of books then they can feed yous their lies / Masturbating with a flag and bible / God must be dead if you're alive / Blow it out your donkey, Jerry Falwell / blow information technology out your ass, Jesse Helms / Accident information technology out your donkey, Ronald Reagan / What'southward wrong with a listen of my own? / You don't want abortions, you want battered children / You want to ban the pill equally if that solves the trouble / Now you wanna force the states to pray in school / God must exist expressionless if you're such a fool / We're planning for a war with or without Iran / Building a law land with the Ku Klux Klan / Pissed at your neighbour? Don't bother to nag / Pick upwards the telephone and plough in a fag / Blow it out your ass, Terry Dolan / Blow it out your ass, Phyllis Schalfly / Ram it up our cunt, Anita / 'Cause God must exist expressionless / If y'all're alive / God must be dead / If you're alive |
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| HYPERACTIVE Child I'k tired of kissin' ass / I can't sit however all day / You know I know your school's a prevarication / That'southward why you dragged me here / "You're a hyperactive child / Yous're destructive, you're too wild / We're going to calm you down / At present this won't hurt a bit" / Drag me to the flooring / Pullin' downward my pants / Ram a needle up my butt / Put my encephalon into a trance / "No more hyperactive child / Got too much of a listen / Wouldn't y'all rather be happy? / Now this won't hurt a scrap" / Cameras in the halls / No windows, just brick walls / Pledge allegiance to a flag / Now y'all will obey… |
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| KEPONE FACTORY I finally found a job in the newspaper / Movin' barrels at a chemical constitute / There's a shiny-looking dust on my fingers / Goin' up my nose and into my lungs / Information technology'southward the Kepone poisoning - Minamata / Kepone poisoning - Minamata / At the grimy Kepone Manufacturing plant / Turning people into bonsai copse / Now I've got these splitting headaches / I can't quite get it upward no more than / I can't sleep and it's driving me crazy / I shake all day and I'm seeing double / Kepone poisoning - Minamata / Turning people into bonsai trees / Gonna become down to your big metal building / Gonna slam right through your bright metal door / Gonna grab you past your sta-prest collar / And ram some Kepone down your throat / The lawyer says "That'southward the breaks, kid / Gonna gnarl and rot the rest of your life / If you don't sue, we'll give you a Trans-Am…" / That I'll never bulldoze 'cause I milkshake all the fourth dimension / 'Cause of the Kepone poisoning - Minamata / At the grimy Kepone mill |
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| DOG Bite Domestic dog seize with teeth / On my leg / Not correct / Supposed to beg / Daily to the filling station / Underwater navigation / Oh / Oh / Oh… |
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| NAZI PUNKS FUCK OFF Punk ain't no religious cult / Punk means thinking for yourself / Y'all own't hardcores 'cause you spike your hair / When a jock all the same lives within your caput / Chorus: Nazi Punks / Nazi Punks / Nazi Punks - Fuck Off! / (repeat (Chorus)) / If you've come to fight, go outta here / You ain't no better than the bouncers / Nosotros ain't trying to be police / When you ape the cops information technology ain't anarchy / (Chorus) / 10 guys jump one, what a man / You fight each other, the police state wins / Stab your backs when you lot trash our halls / Trash a bank if you've got real balls / Yous still retrieve swastikas look absurd / The real Nazis run your schools / They're coaches, businessmen and cops / If a real fourth reich you'll exist the first to get / (Chorus) / You'll be the first to become / You'll be the outset to become / You'll be the first to go / Unless you think… |
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| WE'VE GOT A BIGGER PROBLEM At present Final call for booze. Terminal phone call for your liberty of spoken communication. Drink upwards. Happy hr is now enforced by law. Don't forget our business firm special, it'south chosen a Trickie Dickie Screwdriver. It's got one part Jack Daniels, two parts royal Kool-Aid, and a jigger of formaldehyde from the jar with Hitler's brain in it we got in the back storeroom. Happy trails to you. Happy trails to you. I am Emperor Ronald Reagan / Born again with fascist cravings / Withal, yous made me president / Human rights volition soon go 'way / I am now you lot Shah today / At present I command all of yous / At present you lot're gonna pray in schoolhouse / I'll brand sure they're Christian also / Chorus: California Uber alles / Uber alles California / Ku Klux Klan will control you / Even so you recall information technology's natural / Nigger knockin' for the primary race / Still you lot wear the happy face / You closed your eyes, can't happen hither / Alexander Haig is almost / Vietnam won't come back you say / Join the army or y'all volition pay / (Chorus) Yeah, that's it. Merely relax. Have some other drink, few more pretzels, footling more MSG. Turn on those Dallas Cowboys on your Tv set. Lock your doors. Close your mind. It's fourth dimension for the two-minute alert. Welcome to 1984 / Are you gear up for the Third Globe War?!? / You too will meet the hugger-mugger police / They'll draft you lot and they'll jail your niece / Y'all'll go quietly to kick military camp / They'll shoot y'all dead, make you a human / Don't you lot worry, information technology's for a crusade / Feeding global corporations' claws / Die on our brand new poison gas / El Salvador or Transitional islamic state of afghanistan / Making money for President Reagan / And all the friends of President Reagan / (Chorus) |
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| **All songs written by Dead Kennedys except "Rawhide" past Washington/Tiomkin, Volta Music Corp. |
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