Dead Kennedys
Dead Kennedys - We Ve Got A Bigger Problem songtekst
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Last call for alcohol. Last call for your freedom of speech. Drink up. Happy hour is now enforced by law. Don't forget our house special, it's called a Trickie Dickie Screwdriver. It's got one part Jack Daniels, two parts purple 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 Still, you made me president Human rights will soon go 'way I am now your Shah today Now I command all of you Now you're going to pray in school I'll make sure they're Christian too California Uber alles Uber alles California Ku Klux Klan will control you Still you think it's natural Nigger knockin' for the master race Still you wear the happy face You closed your eyes, can't happen here Alexander Haig is near Vietnam won't come back you say Join the army or you will pay California Uber alles Uber alles California Yeah, that's it. Just relax. Have another drink, few more pretzels, little more MSG. Turn on those Dallas Cowboys on your TV. Lock your doors. Close your mind. It's time for the two-minute warning. Welcome to 1984 Are you ready for the third world war?!? You too will meet the secret police They'll draft you and they'll jail your niece You'll go quitely to boot camp They'll shoot you dead, make you a man Don't you worry, it's for a cause Feeding global corporations' claws Die on our brand new poison gas El Salvador or Afghanistan Making money for President Reagan And all the friends of President Reagan California Uber alles Uber alles California