Dead Kennedys

Cesspools in Eden
by Dead Kennedys
Poison is bubbling beneath your dreamhome
Buried there years before
Kid runs in crying from playing in the garden
"Mommy, I burned my hands!"

"What's making our eyes so itchy?"
"Don't rub 'em, they'll swell up."
Oh, Oh Oh Oh
It's the big waste dump!

We built your ticky-tacky houses on landfill soil
To cover up a gift we left you years before
Of toxic chemicals and leaking gas
Just dig a little while, you'll find our acid baths

Cesspools in Eden
Oozing away

Groundwater's poisoned, air stinks like hell
The lines for doctors grow long
Over martinis, the company laughs
"We don't owe you one damn thing."

But what about all these fainting spells?
How'd you like a lick from my open sores?
And Oh, Oh Oh Oh
Why are our babies stillborn?

A storage tank's leaking, it's about to explode
Why evacuate when you can watch the fun?
Nothing happens here, get out the lawn chairs
We'll drink pink lemonade and watch Martinez burn

Cesspools in Eden
Oozing away
Cesspools in Eden
Leak by the day

The land we sold you is right atop our acid pits
We fill them by the truckload in the dead of night
There's thousands more toxic tips of the iceberg
We pay a little bribe or we just don't report them

And see what you get:
Cesspools in Eden
In Eden
No accident,
Just a little of our greed-fueled negligence

So you've found the proof why your cancer rate's shot up
But whatcha gonna do when we've got all the cards?
Times Beach, Rocky Flats, Love Canal & Bhopal
Merry Christmas, hostages, from the folks that care

Cesspools in Eden
Oozing away
Cesspools in Eden
Leak by the day
Cesspools in Eden
In Eden...

Have a nice day!

WHEN YA GET DRAFTED
Are you believing the morning papers? / War is coming back in style / There's generals here, advisers there / And Russians nibbling everywhere / The chessboard's filling up with red / We make more profits when we blow off their heads / Economy is looking bad / Let's start another war, when ya get drafted / Fan the fires of racist hatred / We want a total war, when ya get drafted / Drooling fingers, panic buttons / Playing with missiles like they're toys / There's easy money, easy jobs / Especially when you build the bombs / That blow big cities off the map / Just guess who profits when we build ?'em back up / Yeah, what big Business wants Big Business gets / It wants a war, when ya get drafted / Trilateral Commission goonies laugh / and scheme for more, when ya get drafted / Call the Army! Call the Navy! / Stocked with kids from slums, when ya get drafted / If you can't afford a slick attorney / We might make you a spy / Forget your demonstrations / Kids today sit on their ass, when ya get drafted / Just a six-pack and you're happy / We're prepared for, when ya get drafted

HOLIDAY IN CAMBODIA
So you been to school for a year or two / And you know you've seen it all / In daddy's car, thinkin' you'll go far / Back east your type don't crawl / Play ethnincky jazz to parade you snazz / On your five grand stereo / Braggin' that you know how the ******s feel the cold / And the slum's got so much soul / It's time to taste what you most fear / Right Guard will not help you here / Brace yourself, my dear… / It's a holiday in Cambodia / It's tough, kid, but it's life / It's a holiday in Cambodia / Don't forget to pack a wife / You're a star-belly sneech, you suck like a leech / You want everyone to act like you / Kiss ass while you bitch so you can get rich / While 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 ?'til you starve / Then your head is skewered on a stake / Now you can go where people are one / Now you go where they get things done / What you need, my son… / Is a holiday in Cambodia / Where people dress in black / A holiday in Cambodia / Where you'll kiss ass or crack / Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, etc…. / And it's a holiday in Cambodia / Where you'll do what you're told / A holiday in Cambodia / Where the slums got so much soul

they're pretty hardcore punk, some good political stuff

the lead singer is currently big into anti wto rallys (and other causes) and has done more spoken word than singing lately

I have avoided these guys for 25 years. Now I find I love the stuff they write.

I LOVE THE DEAD KENNEDYS....

Dear Abby was awesome...

Religous Vomit

Ketone Poisoning

Nazi Punks F - Off !!!

Bedtime for Bonzo

oh Yeah and Rawhide......

Dog Bite on my leg...
not right supposed to beg...

Hi, Ian. Welcome to a2k.

Thanks a friend of mine doglover brought me here..

we both got banned at the local newspaper bulletin board.

but man DK is awesome....

wow, the Dead Kennedys. Blast from the past.

Wow, The Dead Kennedys. I looked up some of their MP3's a few months ago taking a walk down memory lane. One of my favorite songs of theirs is Bleed for Me. Reagan era politics, but this song is pretty relevant to what's going on today in Bush era politics.

BLEED FOR ME
You've been hanging ?'round
With an enemy of the state
Come with me to the building
That no one stops to watch

Chorus:
C'mon bleed
C'mon bleed
C'mon bleed
Bleed for me

We'll strap you to a pipe
Electrodes on your balls
C'mon scream
C'mon writhe
Face down in a pool of piss

(Chorus)

In the name of world peace
In the name of world profits
America pumps up our secret police
America wants fuel
To get it, it needs puppets
So what's ten million dead
If it's keeping out the Russians
We're well trained by the CIA
With yankee tax money in Ft. Bragg
The Peace Corps builds US labor camps
When they think they're building schools
Ha Ha

When cowboy Ronnie comes to town
Forks out his tongue at human rights
Sit down, enjoy our ethnic meal
Dine on some charbroiled nuns
Try a medal on
Smile at the mirror as the cameras click
And make big business happy -
Anytime Anywhere
Maybe you'll just disappear

(Chorus)

Very appropriate, Infra.

Two of my favourites from "Frankenchrist". I am proud to own the original vinyl album with the bonus H.R. Giger poster that was banned from later releases of the album.

This Could Be Anywhere (This Could Be Everywhere)"

Cold concrete apartments
Rise up from wet black asphalt
Below them a few carcasses
Of the long gone age of privacy

It takes a scary kind of illness
To design a place like this for pay
Downtown's an endless generic mall
Of video games and fast food chains

One by one
The little houses are bricked up and condemned
A subtle hint to move
Before the rats move in

This could be anywhere
This could be everywhere
Those new kids at school seem cool
But dad says not to talk to them
Stick to your old friends
They're not our kind
So now there's lots of fights

So many people I know
Come of age tense and bitter-eyed
Can't create so they just destroy
C'mon!
Let's set someone's dog on fire

Empty plastic
Culture slum suburbia
Is a war zone now
Sprouting the kinds of gangs
We thought we'd left behind

This could be anywhere
This could be everywhere
Kids at school are taking sides
Along color and uniform lines
My dad's gone and bought a gun
He says he's fed up
With crime in this town
This could be anywhere
This could be everywhere
This could be anywhere
This could be everywhere
Anywhere
Everywhere
I hope I'm gone before it explodes
I linger late at night
Waiting for the bus
No amount of neon jazz
Could hide the oozing vibes of death
My dad's a vigilante now
He's bringing home these weird-ass friends
Like the guy who fires blanks at his TV
When Kojak's on
Or the guy who shows off his submachine gun
To his sixteen-year-old daughter's friends
Whose sense of pride and hope
Is being in the police reserve

This could be anywhere
This could be everywhere-Everywhere


"M.T.V.-Get Off The Air"

Fun Fun Fun in the fluffy chair
Flame up the herb
Woof down the beer
[click!]
Hi
I'm your video DJ
I always talk like I'm wigged out on quaaludes
I wear a satin baseball jacket everywhere I go

My job is to help destroy
What's left of your imagination
By feeding you endless doses
Of sugar-coated mindless garbage

So don't create
Be sedate
Be a vegetable at home
And thwack on that dial
If we have our way even you will believe
This is the future of rock and roll

How far will you go
How low will you stoop
To tranquilize our minds with your sugar-coated swill

You've turned rock and roll rebellion
Into Pat Boone sedation
Making sure nothing's left to the imagination

M.T.V. Get off the
M.T.V. Get off the
M.T.V. Get off the air
Get off the air

See the latest rejects from the muppet show
Wag their tits and their dicks
As they lip-synch on screen
There's something I don't like
About a band who always smiles
Another tax write-off
For some schmuck who doesn't care

M.T.V. Get off the air
And so it was
Our beloved corporate gods
Claimed they created rock video
Allowing it to sink as low in one year
As commercial TV has in 25
"It's the new frontier," they say
It's wide open, anything can happen
But you've got a lot of nerve
To call yourself a pioneer
When you're too god-damn conservative
To take real chances.

Tin-eared
Graph-paper brained accountants
Instead of music fans
Call all the shots at giant record companies now

The lowest common denominator rules
Forget honesty
Forget creativity
The dumbest buy the mostest
That's the name of the game

But sales are slumping
And no one will say why
Could it be they put out one too many lousy records?!?

M.T.V.-Get off the air!
NOW

Cav
I was avoiding these guys all these years because of their name. Boy was I surprised.

I was a big fan in my youth. They are surprising.