Playlist Jello Biafra

jello biafra - atomic power

O' this world is a at a tremble
With its strength and mighty power
They're sending up to heaven
To get the brimstone fire
Take warning my dear brother
Be careful how you plan
You're working with the power
Of God's own holy hand

CHORUS
Atomic power
Atomic power
Was given by the mighty hand of God
Atomic power
Atomic power

Was given by the mighty hand of God

You remember two great cities
In a distant foreign land
When scorched from the face of earth
The power of Japan
Be careful my dear brother
Don't take away the joy
But use it for the good of man
And never to destroy

CHORUS

Hiroshima, Nagasaki
Paid a big price for their sins
When scorched froom the face of earth
Their battle could not win
But on that day of judgment
When comes a greater power
We will not know the minute
And we will not know the hour

CHORUS

jello biafra - attack of the peacekeepers

Army ads looked so cool - i signed right up.
Besides, it was the only way could find a job.
"great place to start" and see the world womanize at discos
and fake going nuts to scam infirmary drugs
so send in the clowns the nato circus is here to protect you
your choice must be ours
yankee corruption or the big bad soviet threat
don't you feel secure sending our top guns to guard your sky?
flying their fighter planes upside down,
stoned out of their minds.
for a real hot time, how 'bout an air show crash?
or a g.i. riding a stolen tank through downtown manhattan
and off the riverbank where he drowns.
fall in with the clowns, remember,
nato is here to protect you with nuclear bombs that come to visit
and decided to stay.

[Chorus:]
attack! attack!
of the peacekeepers attack!

the charge of the joke brigade
in charge we can blow up the world more times than you
we'll show 'em we'll show 'em with radioactive subs
we'll show 'em we'll show 'em with missiles in your back yard
guarded by soldiers on acid during night watch
and generals who care only for fat pensions and bribes
if that don't scare the commies nothing will
except maybe our bradley tanks tripping over themselves
both powers have one goal in common:
to keep germany divided
never strong enough to start another world war occupied by the clowns
is it really you, nato is here to protect?
with berlin type walls when they came to visit
we all decided to stay.

[Chorus]

jello biafra - jesus was a terrorist

Jesus was a terrorist
Enemy of the state
That's what the Romans labeled him
So he was put to death

He died for his beliefs
What's changed today?

Today bible-thumping cannibals
Reap money from his name
Buy cable networks & power
With old ladies' checks

If Jesus saw Pat Robertson
What do you think he'd say?
Tax free the re-write our laws
And sick 'em on you

Women don't control their bodies
TV preachers do

Censor everything from bathing suits
To science books
From the schoolroom to the bedroom
They want our thoughts - or else

They treat us like the Romans
Used to treat the Christians
Even some church-going folks are scared.

Modern catacombs of fear
Built with money, power, and threats
Rock 'n Roll is labeled porn
Sell a record, you're under arrest

Instead of fighting AIDS
They try to stop us having sex
They brag that they won't quit
Till they take dominion over our lives

Is freedom of speech such a terrorist act
Is spiritual peace such a satanic threat
Believe what you want
But we'll fight to keep
Our heads from being cemented in your sand

jello biafra - marijuana mother fucker

Maraââ?¬¦Marijuana
Maraââ?¬¦Marijuana
I like Marijuana
You Like Marijuana
We Like Marijuana too

Up against the wall mother fucker
Up against the wall mother fucker
Up against the wall
Up against the wall
Up against the wall mother fucker

They'll bust your fucking ass if they wanna
They'll bust your fucking ass if they wanna
They'll bust your fucking ass
They'll bust your fucking ass
They'll bust your fucking ass if they wanna

Hey

Maraââ?¬¦Marijuana
Maraââ?¬¦Marijuana
Maraââ?¬¦Marijuana
Maraââ?¬¦Marijuana

Up against the wall mother fucker
Up against the wall mother fucker
Up against the wall
Up against the wall
Up against the wall mother fucker

I like Marijuana
You Like Marijuana
We Like Marijuana too

I like Marijuana
You Like Marijuana
We Like Marijuana too

jello biafra - plastic jesus

Well, I don't care if it rains or freezes
Long as I have my plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car
Through all trials and tribualtions
We will travel every nation
With my plastic Jesus I'll go far

CHORUS
Plastic Jesus, plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car
Through all trials and tribulations
We will travel every nation
With my plastic Jesus I'll go far

Riding down a thorooughfare
With his nose up in the air
A wreck may be ahead, but He don't mind
Trouble coming He don't see
He just keeps His eye on me
ANd any other thing that lies behind
Plastic Jesus, Plastic Jesus
Riding on the dasboard of my car
Though the sunshine on his back
Makes Him peel, chip and crack
A little patching keeps Him up to par

When pedestrians try to cross
I let them know who's boss
I never blow the horn or give them warning
I ride all over town
Trying to run them down
And it's seldom that they live to see the morning
Plastic Jesus, plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car
His halo fits just right
And I use it for sight
And they'll scatter or they'll splatter near and far

If I weave around at night
And the police think I'm tight
They'll never find my bottle, though they ask
Plastic Jesus shelters me
For His head comes off, you see
He's hollow, and I use Him for a flask
Plastic Jesus, plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car
Ride with me and have a dram
Of the blood of the Lamb
Plastic Jesus is a holy bar

Plastic Jesus, plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car
But I think he'll have to go
His magnet ruins my radio
And if we wreck he'll leave a scar

Plastic Jesus, plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car
Once His robe was snowy white
Not it isn't quite so bright
Stained by the smoke of my cigar

jello biafra - power is boring

Believe me, if I were dicator
You know what I'd do?!?!?
Come to think of it,
There's a problem there
For aspiring tyrants like me and you...

Ever wonder what it'd really be like
To be your own dicator
Might be its own kind of prison
Of total fear

Can't make love or go anywhere
Without bodyguards in your hair
Never know which trusted friend
Has plans to blow you away

3,000 pairs of shoes
No one to talk to
'Nuff guns to kill everyone you own
The masses act so loyal
Yet you can't sleep in the same place twice
I wouldn't want to be a Noriega or Khadafi
Would you?

CHORUS
Power is boring
Power is boring
Power is boring

And ya know, I wonder how

The downtown crowd can stand themselves
Look sharp
Play to win
Through intimidation

That person at the next desk
Ain't your friend
He's your competitor
The only way to get promoted first
Is to get HIM first
Or else

Hi ho whadya know
They all got the same plan for you
Where do these people go
Between their daily meals of work
Too burnt and stressed
To even think of how to spend the money
No one to show it to
But people just like me-AGH!

CHORUS

Hot damn, we're the headliners at last
Gonna show this scene a thing or two
Play games and help our friends
NOw the phone rings all the time
It's all you fault
"You've been crowned king
Of what you used to warn us about"

Why play that game at all?
The ones who want the power THAT bad
Are missing something in their lives
Being scared of my friends
In ajunta, scene or business world
Is the most miserable existance
I could think of on earth

jello biafra - the power of lard

Lard
You can see it
In the clouds up in the sky

Lard
Floats by in clusters
In our water supply

Lard
It's all of us, man
In our pores and in our hair

Lard's
What we conceal
With these corny clothes we wear

Lard is all
Lard is divine
Lard is control
Lard whips and chains our soul

Lard, We carry credit cards
Lard, We live in fear of art

Lard is the OM
Lard is revolution
Lard is the tapeworm
In the bottle of cheap tequila
That comes alive at night
And sneaks up
And bites your nipple

Lard
Lard

Nowadays, most of us need someone
To run our personal life
Someone to see that
The plants are watered,
Someone to make sure the place is clean,
Someone to make sure dinner is waiting,
Someone to call for theatre tickets,
Someone to make up those cheap excuses

What we need is

Lard, The answer
Lard, The dancer
Lard, The ointment
Lard, The dream
Absorb it
Inflame it
Respect it
Molest it
The country right now just wants to be
Soothed, and told it doesn't have to pay or
Sacrifice or learn
No one is over the hill
When the mountain comes to Mohammed

Lard
Lard
Lard

Lard, We love to eat
Lard, We love to pray
Lard, Mold over mind
Lard, Hooray

Every time I take a crap
It's a cosmic experience

Religion and chemicals
Are the key to the future

Next time we have sex
Just pretend I'm Ed Meese

The weasels have it down, man
It's a whole new age

Lard

Which would you prefer
A computer or a gun

The sharks out lived the dinosaurs, you know

Pity the poor trainer
In the stable when the race horse farts

Poison oak really is
The aphrodisiac of the Gods

When people are asleep
We must all become alarm clocks

Hey, man
Life is my college

It's Dental Floss of the mind
Who will babysit the babysitters

Ever hear about that guy in New York whose dick
Fell off in the bath after he shot it full of coke

It's OK to run out of butter in Zambia
Just smear squashed caterpillars on your toast

Waiter, there's a terrorist in my soup
Which came first- Max Headroom or Gerald Ford

Are you a man or are you a mouse
If you love your fun- Die for it

And feel
The Power of Lard
The Power of Lard
The Power of Lard
The Power of Lard

Avoid everything, etc.

jello biafra - bad

We're bad So bad
We're bad So bad
We're bad So bad
We're bad

We're bad
We're bad
We're bad
We're bad

I feel it in my heart
I believe it in my soul
But we will never live
Long enough to know

Restless and curious
Down in my gut I know

That I will never ever
Want what I am told

Cos
We're bad So bad
We're bad So bad
We're bad So bad
We're bad

We're bad
We're bad
We're bad
We're bad

Mama told me from the start
Got the same rap at school
Heard it so much that now
Guess I believe it too

Su guess what kinda crowd
I hang around with now
Being bad is better
Than being nothing at all

We're bad!

jello biafra - 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]

jello biafra - bruce s diary

On the top floor, from my penthouse
I survey what I rule
High rises
Thin curtains
All lights go out by two

No one ever sees me
Yet I know all of you
It's sort of like a small town
When your whole lives are on my computer

Ah... Ah...
All the power, none of the stress
So much better being hatchet man
Than a henpecked attention-starved target
Like the big man himself

Our goal is perpetual economic victory
We play with you to amuse ourselves
Our motives are personal
Our motives are political
Our motives are sexual
I know

Hi Ho Hi Ho Hi Ho

The laws we make for others
Don't apply to us
We do what we want

A lethargic population
Is the key to our control
Who'd rather watch someone's life on TV
Than participate in their own
Mentally they feel helpless
Physically they just give up
We priced the healthy food so high
They can only buy soda pop

A housebroken bee colony
That goes home after 5
Too burnt and glazed to threaten us
With purpose in their lives

Ah... Ah...
Ha Ha Ha
We drug their snacks at work
Mix hormones in kids lunch at school
Don't be a pill, it's good for you

The men grow up muscular
Short tempered and kinda dumb
The women develop those outrageous curves
The kind you only used to see
In the movies and magazines
We banned and rounded up for ourselves
Hi-Ho
Hi-Ho
It's off to do our work you go

We melt you with acid rain
Keep you poor for economic gain
Convince you your biggest threat
Is drugs and terrorists

They don't even have to be real
Just find a face, make up a crime
Run sensational headlines
Works every time

The people must not realize
They are being manipulated
For them to be manipulated effectively

We give 'em things to worry about
Buying clothes and losing weight
Your lack of curiosity
Is the key to our success

Your lack of curiosity is the key to our success
Hi Ho
Hi Ho
Hi Ho
Life's so simple and happy
When everything's clear.

jello biafra - burgers of wrath

Crossin' the land
On vacation
Saw lots of families
So much like ours
All they got left
Piled in their cars
Can't get those desperate faces
off our minds

Mm-hm hm-hm hmmmm

But now we're stuck
On that same road
Company shipped our jobs
To Mexico
Soup is good food
You made a good meal
But do't blame us
Blame the Japanese

Hee-hee hee-hee hee-hee

Seasons of rust
Age of decline
Make cars that fall apart
People get wise
More sour greaps that never
Turn into wine

Just burgers of wrath

Reached the Northwest
Ther's nothin' left
Forest strip-mined away
The fish are dead
Executives
Twist things around

Got people they wiped out
All blaming owls

Hoo-hoo hoo-hoo hoo-hoo

The ranger says she hates to
As she kicks us out
Our 30 days are up
At this campground
Tourist yell, "Get a job!"
There's none around
Just burgers of wrath

Par for the curse
We're on the streets
Whole family beggin' change
In Fog City
New job don't mean
Roof o'er our heads
Can't save nough
For first and last month's rent

Heh-heh heh-heh heh-heh

Try not to snap
Don't hit the kids
It's bad enough
Growin' up like this
A stronger space
Guard shines a light
We huddle in our locker
Quiet as mice

Just like mice

We've even got
Tuberculosis on the rise
Thousand more banks fail
Yet the crisis is denied
President says, "Sacrifice..."
There's no new deal this time

Just burgers of wrath
More burgers of wrath

jello biafra - buy my snake oil

I'm gettin' tired of being
Legendary and broke
And I'm too damn weird
To hold no straight job
My checkbook's feelin' unfulfilled
Being an old underground die-hard
Won't pay the kids' dental bills

My dad sez I
Gotta learn to compromise
So I figure now's about that time
Now that I've run out of things to say
That alone will make my music pay

Buy my snakeoil
I used to be so angry
I ain't gettin' any younger
Now I'm eager to please

C'mon and buy my snake oil
Til my well runs stinking dr7
I'll be your Rondo Hatton
I'll be your Dwight Frye
Get mighty jealous watchin'
My old roomates gettin' signed
The world owes me a living
I want my taste of the pie

Woh-oh oh-oh
Buy my snake oil

Meet my new band: Tis, Ass and Money
The most deliberately watered down
Meaningless music
I have ever made
Sing about myself 'stead of what's goin' on
Company tells me how my records should sound
Do what my manager tells me to
Every inch a rockin' dude

Random shuffling, same old cards
Bring on the night, she done me wrong
I love my weenie and I love my car
Man it's such hell being a star
I'll tour til you wish I'd go home
Moan about my life on the road
200 overdubs to sound sincere
>From now on every album sleeve's
Just a great big picture of me

Buy my snake oil
Critics cheer how I've matured
Got top management behind me, man
Phone rings like never before

"I grew up on your stuff, man
It means so much to me
I can hear it jinglin' now
In commercials sellin' beer
I got wiggle girl videos
In heavy rotation
If I dye my skin white enoguh
I'll buy me the elephant man"

Woh-oh oh-oh
Buy my snake oil

And remember
You got what you pay for

And if that doesn't work
I got another idea
Now that I've signed on the bottom line
I'll call my music "Alternative" (R)
Same word those lovely people used
To hype the Knack in 1980

Join the
College dollar emo-jangle
Spoiled white music for spoiled white people
Pat those slackers on the head
To stroke and profit off their fears
"Yeh, man, it's OK
Feel sorry for yourself all day
Life sucks 'cos it ain't easy
Happiness should be handed to me..."

Buy my snake oil
Cleansed of vision and sense
I'll bet your bottom dollar
You'll let me get away with this

I'll be your pregnant junkie
Help you sell cigarettes
Or a lonely tortured muscle hunk
That no one understands
Punk without rebellion
We'll call it Grunge (R) for you
I'll dress just like Don Henley
And sing just like him too

Boo hoo-oo hoo hoo-oo-hoo
Boo hoo-oo hoo hoo-oo-hoo
Boo hoo-oo hoo hoo-oo-hoo
Boo hoo-oo hoo hoo-oo-hoo

Down by the stream
Where my babe left me
I stand in my flannel shirt
Looking confused
A voice in the buses
Says, "You got that look...
I'm from Geffen Records
How'd ou like a million bucks..?!?"

Oh woh woh poor pitiful me
Born white in the world's richest country
I can't have my way, life is so depressing
Nothing's as important as me
And "my" girl

And if that still doesn't work
I got another idea

Give in
Ride the punk nostalgia wave
For all it's worth
Recycle the name of my old band
For a big reunion tour
Sing all those "hits' from the good old days
'Bout how bad the good old days were

And the orthodox
Fudamentalism faction of the crowd
Will say, "Horrary!"
How politically correct
He's quit trying different ideas at last
Obeying the same kind of stodgy rules
Punk used to rebel against

Buy my snake oil
This is all I've got to say
Bought it once, now buy it twice
Repackaged on CD

Yeh, keep on buying my snakeoil
Til my well runs stinking dry
I'll be your institution
Until the day I die
Who cares if inspiration's gone
It's safe in this here stall
I'll give the fans just what they want
And nothing else at all

Woh-oh oh-oh oh
Buy my snake oil
Woh-oh oh-oh oh
Buy buy buy b-b-b-buy buy
My snake oil

And remember
I did it all for the scene

jello biafra - california uber alles

I am governor Jerry Brown
My aura smiles and never frowns
Soon I will be president...
Carter power will soon go away
I will be Fuhrer one day
I will command all of you
Your kids will meditate in school

California Uber alles
California Uber alles
Uber alles California
Uber alles California

Zen fascists will control you
Hundred percent natural
You will jog for the master race
And always wear the happy face
Close your eyes, can't happen here
Big Bro' on white horse is near
The hippies won't come back you say
Mellow out or you will pay

California Uber allesâ?¦
Uber alles Californiaâ?¦

Now It Is 1984
Knock knock at your front door
It's the suede denim secret police
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 here's a pretty flower
Die on organic poison gas
Serpent's egg's already hatched
You will croak, you little clown
When you mess with President Brown

California Uber allesâ?¦
Uber alles Californiaâ?¦

jello biafra - chew

Someone's dad passed out in the street
The wind-up key woker bees
Buzz right on by
At night he still lies
There 'cos nobody cares

Insects with briefcases ignore him
Been lying here for days
Not my problem, man
Look man, this is New York

Now the rats are coming to feed
Every night they bring more and more of their friends
Immune to rat poison, totally unafraid
And this is a very special treat indeed

They crawl up my pantleg / I'm too weak to move
No one hears my cries as they start on my toes
Their teeth are like razors as they gnaw at my hands
It sure beats McDonald's so get it while it lasts

Chew Devour
Chew Devour
Chew Devour
Chew Devour

See the headline in the Post?
No one helped that old man for a week
They're homeless cos they wanna be
Let's talk about sports
Watch 'em tear that old building down
On the way home

But when a bulldozer pops the rubble like a pimple
Volcanoes of rats swarm all over us like bees
As big as a cat, not afraid to chase people
Or nibble on the wipers and vinyl roofs of cars

People are panicking, the cops have all fled
A shotgun will only kill one at a time
And it won't be the last time we run for our lives
From those teeth sinking into our arms and legs

Chew Devour
Chew Devour
Chew Devour
Chew Devour
Mmm Mmm Good

City fathers see a bright future ahead
Where the poor no longer exist
Drive the neighborhood people away from their homes
Paint 'em over and quadruple the rent

Isolate the undesirables in places like Harlem
Our Sowetos without walls
If they won't go away
Cops smash their heads
Like they did in Tompkins Square

Those stories give me the creeps
I hope I didn't miss that last train
Some smart-ass plastered life-size pictures of rats
On the walls of the subway station
Funny joke

It's so quiet down here
It's a little too quiet down here

Who's that across the tracks
Smoldering eyes are glaring up at me
Inching closer and closer, almost laughing out loud
The train finally comes, but it won't even stop

Not here, not tonight
I'm off in an hour, I don't wanna get involved
With some guy in a suit fighting rats off his face
Just leave 'em to the night, they'll be gone the next day

Chew Devour
Chew Devour
Chew Devour
Chew Devour

jello biafra - convoy in the sky

The night was dark and stormy
And the roads were wet with rain
As Jimmy Jones rolled on and on
His destination Maine
He'd like to stop and rest awhile
But the freight just wouldn't keep
His body ached his mind felt numb
His eyes had closed with sleep

He thought about the tiime he lost
With a woman Mary Lou
And then his thoughts turned to his wife
He'd promised he'd be true
Temptation had stepped in his path
And he had failed the test
But if he stopped he knew his conscience
Wouldn't let him rest

CHORUS
Roll along (roll along)
Roll along (roll along)
Convoy in the sky
Convoy in the sky

There in the night he saw the lights
A truck stop just ahead
One cup of coffee he would have
Enough to clear his head
As he stepped on the running board
Strange music he did hear
And suddenly before his eyes
The truck stop disappeared

There in it's place a trailer sat
The color black as death
And seated there beneath the wheel
Sat the devil himself
And Jimmy's heart was filled with fear
For there before his eyes
A caravan of trailers came
A rollin' through the skies

CHORUS

The riders told of deeds they'd done
And detours they had made
Now driving for the devil
Was the price that they had paid
There is no time to stop and rest
He heard the devil cry
As he led that convoy on across
The dark and stormy sky

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