Dead Kennedys - Goons Of Hazzard Lyrics
Happy hour belongs to americas best-loved thugsHere comes the 4-wheel prosthetic penisesGot yer gun racks, tractor tires and lynch mob driversWe couldnt find a chick to sit in the middleSo we drink ourselves sickLean out the windows and pinch ass insteadWe are the goons of hazzardGlorified on your tvWe run down bikes and hitch hikersAnd we know well get off scot-freeWere the vigilante heroes of your tough-guy flicksBashing punks & bums and fagsWith our baseball batsNo deer to blow away in the woods todaySo we go to oroville and shoot a black kid downOr waste demonstrators in greensboro insteadWe are the goons of hazzardGlorified on your tvWe leave you in a pool of bloodCos we know well get off scot-freeLets get himCmereCmereSay something to me?Weve got him corneredWeve got him corneredIs anybody looking?Does anybody even care?No!Local papers paint us up to be big heroesCity fathers & chamber of commerce want us deputizedThe stoner gestapo keepin your town cleanGet a shave, kidWell pay you as a strike-breakerMaybe youll make tac squad for the l.a.p.d.We are the goons of hazzardGlorified on your tvWe leave you in a pool of bloodAnd we always get off scot-free
