MELHORES MÚSICAS / MAIS TOCADAS
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 - 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
jello biafra - falling space junk
Nuclear satellites
Thrown up in space
Will all burn out some day
Guess where they'll crash
We've been lucky so far
Every toy up there
Is another Chernobyl
Waiting to happen
Why?
Space shuttle blew up again
People drop dead
News says "DON'T WORRY"
Then the truth comes out
Since 1988
Every shuttle in space
Has carried 46
Pounds of plutonium
Why?
I don't know
I'm scared to care
Enough plutonium
That if it blows
The fallout cancer
Could kill 5 billion people
So now it's over
It's really over
Space junk in the street
Irradiated atmosphere
Fallout covers the earth
Greenhouse so hot we fry
Six months, maybe years
We all know we'll die
So - what matters now?
NOTHING matters now
Imagine what would happen
If everyone on earth
Realized this at once
Gonna go loot stores!
Piss anywhere!
Break into peoples houses
Play with their underwear
Strew all my prizes in the street
You can't take it with you
Nothing left to do
But go home
And bolt the doors
Why?
Let's curl up real close
And tell each other
All the things we still don't know
About our lives
Why?
Falling space junk in the streets
Radiation in the air
Nothing left that's safe to eat
The sky is melting
And I want my mommy.
JESUS WAS A TERRORIST
WORDS & MUSIC: BIAFRA
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 they 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 churchgoing 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
Til 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
Out heads from being cemented in your sand.
jello biafra - full metal jackoff
Around our nation's capital
There's a freeway 8 lanes wide
White concrete ringed around the city
For those who want inside
Get on get off
Ignore everything to the sides
In your midst I drive
While homeboys in the back of the van make drugs
Wanna hide something like a ccrack lab
Just put it in plain sight
Only stop to refuel and unload
More poison to tear more lives apart
Gang wars like never before
Better lock your doors, buy some guns
And pray (prey?) for martial law
On the Washington D.C. Beltway
Around and around I go
In the black van with no windows
And a chimney puffing smoke
Bloody headlines in the news each day
Drug "crisis" everywhere
So much comes in so easy
It's as though someone wants it there
It would be a little obvious
To fence off all the slums
Hand out machine guns
to the poor in the projects
And watch 'em kill each other off
A more subtle genocide is when
The only hope for the young
Is to join the Army and slowly die
Wall Street or Crack Dealer Avenue
The last roads left to the American Dream
Wall Street or Crack Dealer AVenue
Wall Street or Crack Dealer Avenue
Only on road leads to this neighborhood
Little kids wanna sell drugs when they grow up
The folks might get just a little upset
If they knew where that dope comes from
Froom Columbia to the Contras
To our Air Force bases, where we trade it for guns
The moral equivilent of a serial killer
And his CIA friends
Call the shots from the White House
But now that we own the media too
Those stories just aren't run
On the Washington D.C. Beltway, 'round and 'round I go
In a black van with no windows, and a chimney puffing smoke
Some gang that ran smack in Viet Nam
Ain't got no reason to fear
Just get a Vice President so dumb
The crook at the top never gets impeached
That sure was easy wasn't it?
That sure was easy wasn't it?
More crack-more panic-moe cops-more jails
You see emergency-total war
You see emergency-total war
You see a black face-you see a crackhead
You see a black face-you see a crackhead
You see a black face-you see Willie Horton with a knife
You see Willie Horton with a knife
You see one Willie Horton you've seen them all
They're everywhere, I know
You asked for it, you've got it
Drug suspects have no rights at all
Property seized and sold before trial
Labor camps-on American soil?!?
Neo-Nazi bootboys
That the cops never seem to arrest
Prowl neighborhoods with baseball bats
Why now? Why do they get so much press...?
Mein Kampf-the mini series
Ollie North-"patriotic" hero
The leader for tomorrow is yours today
Finally gotcha psyched for a police state
On the Washington D.C. Beltway
Around and around I go
In a black van with no windows
And a chimney puffing smoke
My van's a mobile oven now
That burns the bodies you never see
Just like in Chile or Guatemala
People just seem to disappear
Just like Rome
We fell asleep when we got spoiled
Ignore human rights in the rest of the world
Ya might just lose your own
As the noose of narco-militarism
Tightens 'round your necks
We worry about burning flags
And pee in jars at work
To keep our jobs
But if someone came for you one night
And dragged you away
do you really think youneighbors
Would even care
jello biafra - hamlet chicken plant disaster
Down in Hamlet, North Carolina
They had a chicken plant sure did explode
Them tar heels trapped like burnin' rats
Cuz the boss man chained the door closed
My mama was born in
A town called Hamlet
Sleepy little place on the Seaboard line
My papa worked on the railroad
And my granny went out her mind
One day the railroad
It went busted
Like Richmond County ain't broke enough
So this Yankee carpetbagger
Figured to make a little money on Hamlet's bad luck
Buildt a brand new chicken fixin' plant
And they paid that minimum wage
But the boss man said no unions
Or he'd move his plant far away
Merele Etta Johnson
She was late for work
Heard a thunderin' roar out on the highway
Musta been NASCAR over at Rockingham
Or just Merle Etta's judgment day
8:15 in the mornin'
Chicken plant burst into flames
People trampled, squashed and burned up
Just to keep the profit margin
One iota higher
everybody gotta work in this world
Some folks lucky-some folks ain't
But that bastard that chained the doors shut
I'm gonna rip him through p!!!!!!
When I was a little boy
With a buzzsaw hair cut
Go down to Hamlet, watch the trains
Now the tourists stop on the ighway
Get a little look at the chicken plant workers' remains
jello biafra - hellfudge
You never know
When it says you gotta go
Hellfudge
To them cheap motels down in Baton Rouge
Hellfudge
Roll down the window of the limousine
Hellfudge
I'll pay you fifteen bucks if you perform for me (No more)
Hellfudge
I ain't givin' you one penny more
Gotta buy another TV station for the Lord
Hellfudge
Can you imagine what it's like
To have to flash and pose
Hellfudge
While a fat preacher
Sits and beats off in front of you
Hellfudge
Same one who's so obsessed with
With anti-smut crusades (fancy that)
Hellfudge
Oh Lord,
Someone let the air out of my tires
Hellfudge
I'm stuck-with my pants down
Red handed in sin
But with money like mine
The Lord always forgives me
When I'm dictator
You will ALL
Be under the iron thumb of Jeezus
The law of the land
Executions for witchcraft
Televised live at five
All Rock and Roll is pornography
That mixed coed swimming-phooey
I tell ya
It promotes problems of the flesh
Problems of the flesh
The flesh
The flesh
The flesh
I can't stand it anymore
My fundamentalist army's
Crackin' down full swirl
Hellfudge
Polyester suit nazis
Will control the world
Hellfudge
If you think Khomeini
Is a step back in time
Hellfudge
Just wait til I decide
What you read and who dies
Hellfudge
You think we're finished
Boy, you must be queer
We get a little stronger
Every year
When I bilk your money
I'm moral, man
But I got a little problem
I just can't say no
To that Hellfudge
So take off them clothes
Slowly now, slowly
And twitch your little flounder just like that
Yehhhh, Just like they do
In all the smut rags I pretend to hate so much
Bite down real hard
Smile slut
I own you, Look humiliated, try to cry
I despise you so much I hate myself
Mmmmmm
Tastes almost as good
As one of them green bubblegum cigars
Yeh! Hellfudge
There's a whole lotta Shakin' goin' on in here
But don't tell my cousin, ok
Yeeeeh
Great Balls 'o' Fire
Hellfudge.
jello biafra - holiday in cambodia
So you've 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 you type don't crawl
Play ethnicky jazz to parade your snazz
On you five grand stereo
Braggin' that you know how the niggers 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
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 foget 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
But 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 you head is skewered on a stake
Now you can go where people are one
Now you can go where they get things done
What you need, my son...
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 what you're told
A holiday in Cambodia
Where the slum's got so much soul
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