They have come for your uncool niece Come quietly to the camp You'd look nice as a drawstring lamp Don't you worry, it's only a shower For your clothes
Down at the arsenal they keep the nerve gasses Guarded day and night by caged white rabbits Been sitting there for years I'm gonna have at it I cut through
Don?t want to think Don?t make me care I wanna melt in with the group I need the balls to leap out of my shell And let go with my friends Can?t come
Sunny Sunday at the amusement park See the fat kids spill their pop Oh babe, lots of flags and balloons But someone sabotaged the roller coaster last
I don't need your way of life I can't stand your attitudes I can do without your strife I don't need this fucking world I don't need this fucking world
you bitch so you can get rich But your boss gets richer off you Well you'll work harder with a gun in your back For a bowl of rice a day Slave for soldiers
wait for yours Can hardly wait for yours Can hardly wait for yours Can hardly wait for yours Can hardly wait for yours Can hardly wait for yours Can hardly wait for
Who's that kid in the back of the room Who's that kid in the back of the room He's setting all his papers on fire He's setting all his papers on fire
Efficiency and progress is ours once more Look what we get a satellite bomb It's nice and quick and clean And gets things done sure got the shuttle Away
In a desperate mind Little gardens grow They grow very wide They grow very tall Why am I alive? Urban wonderland By the fence I stand In and out of hand
The landlord's here to visit They're blasting disco down below Says, "I'm doubling up the rent 'Cos the building's condemned You're gonna help me buy
roundup time when the good whores meet Gonna drag one screaming off the street And ride, ride how we ride Black uniform and a silver badge Cops for real, playin' cops for
We ain't going to the party We ain't going to the game We ain't going to the disco Ain't gonna cruise down main We're stealing people's mail Stealing
drunk, too drunk, too drunk to fuck I like your stories I like your gun Shooting out cop tires Sounds like loads and loads of fun But in my room Wish you were dead
bulge In your double knit butt Has money for me And maybe credit cards You dart around the next corner You can't look around Quick now, fish for the keys for
Your mommy told you this And your daddy told you that Always think like this And never do that You learned so many feelings But what is there to that