Dead Kennedys - Stars And Stripes Of Corruption Lyrics
words: Biafra, music:Biafra/Ray/Flouride/PeligroFinally got to Washington in the middle of the nightI couldn't waitI headed straight for the Capitol MallMy heart began to poundYahoo! It really existsThe American International Pictures logoI looked up at the Capitol BuildingCouldn't help but wonder whyI felt like saying "Hello, old friend"Walked up the hill to touch itThen I unzipped my pantsAnd pissed on it when nobody was lookingLike a great eternal KlansmanWith his two flashing red eyesTurn around he's always watchingThe Washington monument pricks the skyWith flags like pubic hair ringed 'round the bottomThe symbols of our heritageLit up proudly in the nightSomehow fits to see the homeless peoplePassed out on the lawnSo this is where it happensThe power games and bribesAll lobbying for a piece of ass Of the stars and stripes of corruptionMakes me feel so ashamedTo be an AmericanWhen we're too stuck up to learn from our mistakesTrying to start another Viet NamLike fiddling while Rome burns at homeThe Boss says, "You're laid off. Blame the Japanese""America's back," alrightAt the game it plays the worstStrip mining the world like a slave plantationNo wonder others hate usAnd the Hitlers we handpickTo bleed their people dryFor our evil empireThe drug we're fedTo make us like itIs God and country with a bandPeople we know who should know betterHowl, "America riles. Let's go to war!"Business scams are what's worth dying forAre the Soviets our worst enemy?We're destroying ourselves insteadWho cares about our civil rightsAs long as I get paid?The blind Me-GenerationDoesn't care if life's a lieso easily used, so proud to enforceThe stars and stripes of corruption Let's bring it all down!Tell me who's the real patriotsThe Archie Bunker slobs waving flags?Or the people with the guts to workFor some real changeRednecks and bombs don't make us strongWe loot the world, yet we can't even feed ourselvesOur real test of strength is caringNot the toys of war we sell the worldJust carry on, thankful to be farmed like wormsOld glory for a blanketAs you suck on your thumbsReal freedom scares you'Cos it means responsibilitySo you chicken out and threaten meSaying, "Love it or leave it"I'll get beat up if I criticize itYou say you'll fight to the deathTo save your worthless flagIf you want a banana republic that badWhy don't you go move to oneBut what can just one of us do?Against all that money and powerTrying to crush us into roaches?We don't destroy society in a dayUntil we change ourselves firstFrom the inside outWe can start by not lying so muchAnd treating other people like dirtIt's easy not to base our livesOn how much we can scamAnd you knowIt feels good to lift that monkey off our backsI'm thankful I live in a placeWhere I can say the things I doWithout being taken out and shotSo I'm guard against the goonsTrying to take my rights awayWe've got to rise above the need for cops and lawsLet kids learn communicationInstead of schools pushing competitionHow about more art and theater instead of sports?People will always do drugsLet's legalize themCrime drops when the mob can't price themBudget's in the red?Let's tax religionNo one will do it for usWe'll just have to fix ourselvesHonesty ain't all that hardJust put Rambo back inside your pantsCausing trouble for the system is much more funThank you for the toilet paperBut your flag is meaningless to meLook around, we're all peopleWho needs countries anyway?Our land I love it tooI think I love it more than youI care enough to fight The stars and stripes of corruption Let's bring it all down!If we don't tryIf we just lieIf we can't findA way to do it better than thisWho will? D E A D K E N N E D Y S JELLO BIAFRA D. H. PELIGRO Vocals Drums & Vocals KLAUS FLOURIDE EAST BAY RAY Bass & Vocals Guitar, Synthesizer, and 12-string Electric Bellzouki Produced by Jello Biafra Engineered by John Cuniberti Mixed by Cuniberti and Biafra Recorded at Hyde St. Studios, San FranciscoPlease send: Letters, Information requests (SASE please),recordings, artwork, or weird newsphotos and clippings forfuture collage art to: Alternative Tentacles Roach Motel of the Id P.O. Box 11458 San Francisco, CA 94101
