D.R.I.

I don't need society

Before you know it you're in he corp
Grab your gear boy you're off to war
Stocked in a train like a truckload of cattle
Sent off to slaughter in a useless battle
Thousands of us sent off to die
Never really knowing why
Fuck the system they can have me
I don't need society
I don't need society

You were an apple pie clone living at home
Never straying to far from your phone
Now son make it through enemy lines
You must hurry there's not much time
Made it sir. They're gonna drop the bomb
No time to evacuate, they'll call our moms
Fuck the system, they can't have me
I don't need society
I don't need society


Reaganomics

Reaganomics killing me
Reaganomics killing me
Reaganomics killing me
Reaganomics killing you


Commuter Man

I play Pac-Man and I watch T. V.
I'm so happy 'cause it pleases me
I couldn't really ask for anything else
Maybe my own chain of Taco Bells

I'm perfectly happy right where I am
I could live forever in a traffic jam
It doesn't really bother me to breath the poison air
I'd choke anyway, I don't really care

Sometimes I think about getting away for a while
But when I return I will be out of style
You may say I'm not an ambitious man
But let me tell you I've got some plans
Like there's a new car I wanna buy
And a video cassette recorder yet I'm not sure why
I wanna get married and have three kids
'Cause I'm lonely and I've got the hard dick
Commuter Man


Plastique

I think of things that bring people down
I'm the type of person no one wants around
Everyone stares at me wherever I go
They all suck, what do they know?
They're living inside a designer world
A fresh and clean pretty little world
Reality to them is a new pair of shoes
And trying ten pair before they choose

I think of things that bring people down
Out of the clouds and back to the ground
Where the fish lie belly up in black water
Where the boy next door is fucking your dog
Your living inside a plastique world
Slick and modern pseudo world
Where what you want is what you get
Package after package of plastique shit


Why

Sitting around watching T. V.
Taking it slow, taking it easy
Wanting to buy, wanting to hide
And I'm wondering, wondering, wondering why.
Why is the word I want to hear
Why is the word the government fears
Why does the government fucking lie
I'm wondering, wondering, wondering why


Balance Of Terror

They've known all along
Since the first time they dropped the bomb
They saw the power
Everyone knew it was time to stop
But they could not
Well I've seen the sign
I know it's time
To shed a tear
To draw the line
But they can't stop now 'cause it's too late
The end is near and they can't wait

Balance of power
Balance of terror
We're in this too deep
To correct our error

A communist plan, it's all a plot
And you're a part of it if you think your not
We had an hour, now we've got a minute
You can't hide now, we're all in it.

Balance of power
Balance of terror
We're in this too deep
To correct our error

Nobody rules, nobody wins
When there is no Earth, to you my friends
We've got a chance if we make a stand
Join the rulers or join a band
Balance of power balance of terror
Balance of power balance of terror
Balance of power balance of terror
Someone calls a bluff and we're finished


My Fate To Hate

It's my fate to hate
I realized but way too late
It's my fate to hate
Now I have a reason why
It's my fat to hate - You!

Is fate a lasting emotion?
If so I sure am blind
A misdirected maniac
A misdirected mind - No!
It's my fate to hate - You!

Now I don't need a reason why
Don't need a reason why
A reason why... a reason why


Who Am I

Who am I
D. R. I.
Who am I?
Three simple words
Who am I?
A human being
Who am I?
This weird thing
Who am I?
Not what I seem


Money Stinks

I stayed at homw today
And I'm not going back to work
Money Stinks... Money Stinks
This city stinks
Smell the power, smell the health
Smell the poverty of Americas wealth
Money smells of evil, greed
Capitolist wants and pumped up needs

Money stinks
Money stinks
This city stinks

Smell the logic... Smell the jet planes
The dangerous goals and crooked aims
Smell the progress... Smell the dirty money
Smells like shit, this isn't funny

Money stinks
Money stinks
This city stinks

Nobody cares about the air we breath
Nobody cares about the air we need
Smell the profit, smell the success
Smell the dying dream of the mighty west
Smell the factories, smell all the cars
The adult book stores and the topless bars
Smell the pretty people, smell their false pity
Smell the broken promise of the living city
Smell the real reason, smell, smell the one way plan
The real estate, the desperate, state of modern man
Smell the excess, smell the death
Smell the wet dream of this human mess


Human Waste

Managers and engineers build machines
To steal your dreams
Take a taste of human waste
Farting, belching in your face
Take a taste
Take a taste
Take a taste
Of human waste, farting, belching in your face

Managers and engineers build machines
To steal your dreams
Take a taste of human waste
Farting, belching in your face
Human Waste
Human Waste
Human Waste
Take a taste, farting, belching in your face
Take a taste of farting, belching human waste
In your face


Yes Ma'am

Teacher moves me from seat to seat
All I do is talk
Teacher may I use the bathroom please?
Yes, it's an emergency

Teacher makes me take my test first
I'll take your test
Trapped inside this hourglass
Thoughts of CRASS
I'll give you the answers you want to hear
But I won't conform
Unlike my mindless vacant peers
They're the norm

Finished, may I use the bathroom please?
Yes, still an emergency
Come on, cut me slack
Promise I'll be right back
Just let me go this one last time
And I'll never ask again
Teacher, really, really


Dennis' Problem

My moms upset, my dads uptight
Don't like my music, they say it isn't right
Don't like my haircut, they call me a dyke
They send me to a shrink twice a week
He tells my mom I'm a fucking freak
Dreaming scary dreams
Wondering what they mean
Living down under deep in never ending waking sleep
When will this end?
Or has it even begun
I love the moon
And I hate the sun


Closet Punk

You think your real cool
Starting fights at school
And writing stupid lines like "Anarchy Rules"
You don't even know what anarchy is
You never will and you never did
You're a closet punk
You closet punk
If your mother only knew you wear bandannas and boots
Of you traded your tennis racket
For a camouflage jacket
Those wrap around glasses make you look like a faggot
You've got a Mohawk that you comb down in the day
When you're at work or when you're out at play
You're at work or when you're out at play
You're in this just for fun

You're a closet punk
You closet punk

Stay in the closet where you belong
Stay in the closet where you've been all along
You're the hidden one
You're in this just for fun
You're a closet punk
You're a closet punk
You closet punk


How To Act

There's only one way to act
When you're dealing with fools
You stab them in the back
And break all their rules
There's only one way to be
When you're making it with she
You've got to play a role
And you've got to make it seem like love


Give My Taxes Back

They block out the landscape with giant signs
Covered with pretty girls and catchy lines
Put up fences and cement the ground
To dull my senses, keep the flowers down
I want 'em back
Spend my money on a race to space
Wasting my money, slapping my face
They've taken a peek over future's fence
Taken a peek at my expense
They've wasted human lives
And they've fucked up mine
I want it back
I'm not into the material scene
Polyester, polyethylene
At least give me a chance to say what I want
The more you waste, the more you want
I want 'em back
I want 'em back
I want 'em back
Give 'em back!


Equal People

I look at you, then look at me
There is no difference I can see


On My Way Home

I was getting out, without a doubt
This was my last patrol, wished I could shout
But then the reds were there
We were taking our share
Fifteen to thirty, but fair is fair
I was fighting wild, shooting blind
Nothing I could do, nowhere I could go
Someone yelled, "keep your head down low"
I heard men crying, knew they were dying
And for the first time, I realized
My sergeant lied!
On my way home in a body bag
A one-way ticket, but I couldn't brag
I was seeing green, seeing red
With an aching, throbbing, emptiness in my head
Trying to breathe, I fought for air
I was alive, but nobody cared
We left the planet
Then we had landed
Soon picked up by an army truck
Someone gave me a shovel and told me to dig
I said, "fuck off and die, capitalist pig!"


Bail Out

I'm building a spaceship in my backyard
Using pieces of our family car
I'm building this spaceship out of this car
So I can fly off and live among the stars
I'm gonna bail out before it's too late
Get the fuck out, I'll dwell in space
I'll travel around at the speed of light
Enveloped by the darkness of eternal night
Discover the universe while you all die
I've got a future, so I say goodbye
I want to see what's never been seen
I want to do what's never been done
So I'm building a spaceship black, sleek and fast
I'll fly out of here, ride out on the blast
Split this pit before it blows
I'll watch it from the back seat
One last sick show


Snap

No, there are no easy answers
To sum up the problems which we face
History's a lesson, let us learn by our mistakes
Just don't expect to make sense
Out of what you see
For I can tell you now that
Knowing is believing
So if you open your mind you might understand
You're the victim of a bigtime government scam
And though you may not be inclined to believe
The man behind the desk does get paid to deceive
You live in your little dream world
You're much too cool to care
I really have to warn you
I think it's only fair
They await the final hour
As happy as they are sick
Laughing so hysterically
At all those who they've tricked
But then who an I to tell you who to believe in
When all the masks they seem so damn deceiving?
How can I say to you, "You be Free"
That would never bring about mass anarchy
Now, would it?


The Explorer

Day after day I comb my brain
Searching for words which sound the same
Choosing these words and making them fit
Hoping, somehow, they'll all make sense
If they don't, don't blame me
I'm exploring my identity
I set the stage for the anonymous play
Composing good and evil in an offhand sort of way
So, if you should turn on me
It's because you don't understand
And won't until you assemble the fragmented picture
Of a shattered man
I'm searching
And my own mind
Is my latest, greatest
Most fabulous find
I had to explore everything
All the drugs and drink
Cut my dick off with a butterknife in the sink
Lived in jail for a thousand or more years
Got lost for fifteen million more at sears
Never know what I might do next
Destroy myself
Discover death


Slit My Wrists

Every day I get more pissed
Slit my wrist, slit my wrist
I hate to care, I hate relations
A pile stacked high of complications
Every day I get more pissed
Slit my wrist, slit my wrist
I hate the thought that I must give
All my time just to live
Every day I get more pissed
Slit my wrist, slit my wrist
I hate the thought of government aid
Across my wrist, a razor blade
Every day I get more pissed
Slit my wrist, slit my wrist


Counter Attack

Counter attack! Counter attack!
We've his underground long enough
They've got power, but not enough
Time to start, time to act
They've got our lives
They've got us trapped
Stab the system in the back
Face your fears, face the facts
Time to start, time to act
Time to show them that we care
Time to show that we're not scared
Time to show them how to share their money
Counter attack! Counter attack!


I'd Rather Be Sleeping

From sun-up to sun-down
Decisions make my head spin round
Make me drunk, sick and tired
Keep me up 'till I retire
And while I could be out bar hopping
Meat market, rocker-chick shopping
Out there, chasing my dick
In it's never-ending search for chicks
But, I'd rather be sleeping
In my bed, crashed out
A slice of death, wrapped up
All in wool, passed out
Drunk, you stupid fool
No more waking hassles
Weary of the daily battles
So on my bed, I lay curled
A "could be" man of the world
But, I'd rather be sleeping
In my bed, crashed out
A slice of death, wrapped up
All in wool, passed out
Drunk, you stupid fool


Running Around

On the run and on the right track
On the run and I'm never coming back

On the run and on the right track
On the run and I'm never coming back

I'm running from what I might be
From Society
From myself and everyone wants to help
You can't
I'm running around with my head cut off
Trying to make believe I'm not

On the run and on the right track
On the run and I'm never coming back

On the run and on the right track
On the run and I'm never coming back

Trying so hard to keep to my yard
Running circles around the block
Running and wondering whether or not
I can stop
I can't stop


Coach Slouch

Home from school and here to stay
I'll take it easy again today
Ain't gonna work, don't need no pay

Couch Slouch
Fuck Off

My mom don't like the way I live
She says I take but I don't give
My dad can't stand the way I am
He says, "Damn it, just get up man"

Couch Slouch
You Suck

Awaken now and then to eat and shit
Don't go outside 'cause I don't fit
Society's not ready for me
Crazy assholes never will be


To Open Closed Doors

Swimming through black Vaseline
Is my existence just a dream?
Can not tell which way is up
What's below or what's above
Fighting for a breath of air
I breath in but it's not there
So as my world melts away

I pray

That I will be OK someday
And may I not stay this way
Then after that I take some more
Hoping that will open the door

But the door is locked
From the outside


God Is Broke

Salvation's around the corner
Just dig into your soul
Donations for the holy word
A paycheck for god's goal
His iron-handed, spiritual rule
Is that what you fear most?
God is green, a numbered face
A scamming holy ghost!
God is broke,
The well ran dry
So pay up while you can
Or you'll end up in hell
Money in the box is like
A halo on your head
But all of Christ's love
Still leaves him with the dead


Soup Kitchen

Vicious circle's got me down
Days turn into weeks of hanging out
Got to shake these soup kitchen blues
Growing tired of barley cabbage stew
And there being nothing
Nothing new to do
Dumb and hungry, we make our way
For free refueling
Like an alarm clock, our minds know the times
We plan our lives around the lines
Twelve p.m. At the soup kitchen
Talking politics with the bag men
Forced into their conversations
Pessimistic contemplations
They tell me of their heart conditions
Share with me their D.T. Visions
Damn me with that bad outlook
Or save me with that "good book"
Vicious circle's got me down
Days turn into weeks of hanging out
Got to shake these Haight-Ashbury blues
Growing tired of the Kezar Stadium cruise
And there being nothing
Nothing new to do
Just make the midday pilgrimage
We travel far and wide
Going to the soup kitchen
To swallow some more pride


Sad to Be

My mommy says I should join the church
The mad man tells me what I'm worth
True, it's clear, he beats me down
Makes me bitter, makes me frown
Till I myself as a human being
Hide my eyes to what I see
I myself as a human being
Hide my eyes to reality

Me, alone, I really wonder why
All alone I wonder why I try
When life itself depresses me
And everything else, it's sad to be



War Crimes

You should have gone to Canada
You could have run away
But you couldn't shame your parents
You say you had to stay
So you get yourself drafted
So you went ahead and went
And you thought you'd be a hero
And not a dissident

War Crime... War Crime

You used to be a good boy
You used to be the best
Then you tried the drug
Ad you dreamt about the west
Everyone's your enemy
Everyone's your friend
Your world was upside down
To kill was not to sin
So you shot the wrong woman
Or you shot the wrong kid
Now Sam will make you regret
That you ever did
But you had no choice
You were told what to do
Orders from the helicopter crew

War Crime... War Crime

Back home they wanted blood
For the atrocities
For the innocent who died
On they're TVs
They demanded justice
They demanded you
They wanted to watch you hang
Till you turned blue

War Crime... War Crime

And the president said that that's OK
Because it takes they're attention away
From the real crime, the war
There are no war crimes
War is the crime


Busted

Police drive by, I hold my breath
I've got 10 warrants for my arrest
They stop at the light and whip it around
Ten minutes later I'm headed downtown
Free Ride

Busted... stepped out of line
Busted... no place to hide
Busted... couldn't pay my fines

It makes no sense to live this way
But I'm gonna do it anyway

Busted... for being me
Busted... for being free
Busted... can't pay my bail
Busted... I'll die in jail

It makes no sense to live this way
But I'm gonna do it anyway


Draft Me

Draft me... I want to have fun
Draft me... give me a gun
Draft me... I'd understand
Draft me... I want to be a man

I want to help America keep the peace
I want to be a trooper in the world police, Draft me


First Round Draft Choice

I'm a first round draft choice... 19
A man without a choice... unseen
Feedback from society
Please... A reason

For Kampuchia
The problems in Korea
The wars in Iran
Afganistan
Argentinas Falkland Islands


Capitalists Suck

Capitolist Suck
Capitolist Suck
Capitolist Suck

You can't tell your wants from needs
You buy America and do a good deed
Create a job, don't bite the hand that feeds

Capitolist Suck
Capitolist Suck
Capitolist Suck

All of your goals are the fucking same
As every other jerk in this stupid game
Your brains have been washed and hung out to dry
You don't doubt it and you don't know why


Mad Man

He's old and cranky and he's got white hair
He yells at us in his underwear
He'll attach you like a crazed bear
But come on in, don't be scared
Mad man, he'll kick down the door
Mad man, he'll call you a whore
Mad man, he'll brand you a slut
Mad man, he'll kick your butt!
You pay the bills, I live in your place
I'll do what you say for my dwelling space
I'll do your dishes, I'll wash the floor
Just please don't kick down our jam room door
Mad man, he'll kick down the door
Mad man, he'll call you a whore
Mad man, he'll brand you a slut
Mad man, he'll kick your butt!
You hit my friends and cut down blacks
Proves again what your mind lacks
You back the klan
I've got to
Change my nazi dad
Change my nazi dad
Change my nazi


Misery Loves Company

What they have now
They want for me
Misery loves company
Live a life of bigotry
On the way to bankruptcy
Beer belly and family
Crackers, cheese and burgundy

You're life's no anomaly
Live your life accordingly
Wake up to the certainty
Of ageing and misery

No real love just cake and tea
No road to recovery
Live the life of drudgery
Same old shit, housewivery, fakery, tracery, misery


No Sense

The generals say they make good sense
A strong economy? First a strong defence

That makes sense
They make sense to me

The Air force says they need new planes
As they prepare for strafing raids
And the Army, of course, needs more men
So they can fight and kill and win

That makes sense
They make sense to me

The Navy says they need more ships
So they can float and shoot and shit
They also say they need machines
To run they're little submarines

That makes sense
They make sense to me


Blockhead

You work all day to earn your pay
To pay off all your debts
You rent your square to live in
And that's the best it gets

Cubical man does what he can
To keep himself alive
Pays his share for his little square
In order to survive

Locked in a race, the money chase
The systems fooling you
The more you make the more they take
And there's nothing you can do

Cubicle man does what he can
To keep himself alive
Pays his share for his little square
In order to survive

Run your ass to get your check
Stand in a crowded line
Pay your bills and buy the pills
That help you to unwind

Cubicle man does what he can
To keep himself alive
Pays his share for his little square
In order to survive

You buy a chair for your little square
So you can sit and hide
But you're all alone you fucked up clone
'Cause no one's on your side

The game of fools has its rules
So don't you fall behind
They'll take your square 'cause they don't


Violent Pacification

Forces united the choice is yours
Violent pacification
Forces united the choice is yours
Violent pacification
We'll force you to be nice to each other
Kill you before you kill each other
Violent pacification
We'll force you to be nice to each other
Kill you before you kill each other