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October 1985
Produced by Jello Biafra
Engineered by John Cuniberti
Mixed by Cuniberti and Biafra
Recorded at Hyde St. Studios
Mastered by John Cuniberti with East Bay Ray
Spiritual Guidance: Norm

Also appearing:
John Leib - Trumpet on "M.T.V. Get Off the Air"
Tim Jones - Keyboard on "A Growing Boy Needs His Lunch"
Backing Vocals on "Jock-O-Rama": Nina T.R. Stapleton, Laura

T.R. Muetz, Julie Hoffman, Susan Caldwell, Danielle Dunlap, Robyn Lutz, and Kris Carleson.
Backing Vocals on "At My Job": Steve DePace, Wild Bill, Sweet, D.H. Peligro, Wee Willy Lipat, Microwave, Biafra, Klaus. Laugh Track on "At My Job" courtesy of Wild Bill.
Backing Vocals on "Chicken Farm" and "Stars and Stripes of Corruption": Klaus, Gary Floyd, Biafra, Eugene Robinson, and Jeff Davis.
"Hellnation" - Special thanks to Fred Dickerson for inspiration.

Cover photo copyright ©1976 Newsweek, Inc. Reprinted by permission, Newsweek - Lester Sloan.


Track # Song Title
1. Soup Is Good Food
2. Hellnation
3. This Could Be Anywhere(This Could Be Everywhere)
4. A Growing Boy Needs His Lunch
5. Chicken Farm
6. Jock-O-Rama (Invasion of the Beef Patrol)
7. Goons of Hazzard
8. M.T.V. - Get Off the Air
9. At My Job
10. Stars and Stripes of Corruption

We’re sorry / But you’re no longer needed / Or wanted / Or even cared about here / Machines can do a better job than you / This is what you get for asking questions / The unions agree / “Sacrifices must be made” / Computers never go on strike / To save the working man you’ve got to put him out to pasture / Looks like we’ll have to let you go / Doesn’t if feel fulfilling to know / That you - the human being - are now obsolete / And there’s nothing in hell we’ll let you do about it / Chorus: Soup is good food - (We don’t need you anymore) / You make a good meal - (We don’t need you anymore) / Now how do you feel - (We don’t need you anymore) / To be shit out our ass / And thrown in the cold like a piece of trash / We’re sorry / You’ll just have to leave / Unemployment runs out after just six weeks / How does it feel to be a budget cut? / You’re snipped / You no longer exist / Your number’s been purged from our central computer / So we can rig the facts / And sweep you under the rug / See our chart? Unemployment’s going down / If that ruins your life, that’s your problem / (Chorus) / We’re sorry / We hate to interrupt / But it’s against the law to jump off this bridge / You’ll just have to kill yourself somewhere else / A tourist might see you / And we wouldn’t want that / I’m just doing my job, you know / So say uncle / And we’ll take you to the mental health zoo / Force feed you mind melting chemicals / ‘Til even the outside world looks great / In hi-tech science research labs / It costs too much to bury all the dead / the mutilated, disease-injected / Surplus rats who can’t be used anymore / So they’re dumped (with no minister present) / In a spiraling corkscrew disposal unit / Ground into stew and flushed away / Aw geez… / (Chorus) / We know how much you’d like to die / We joke about it on our coffee breaks / But we’re paid to force you to have a nice day / In the wonderful world we made just for you / “Poor Rats”, we human rodents chuckle / At least we get a dignified creation / And yet / At 6:00 tomorrow morning / It’s time to get up and go to work

Hellnation’s when they teach us / Profiting from greed / Hellnation’s what they give us / Coke, heroin and speed / Hellnation’s when they tell you / You gotta go clean up your act / You’re the one who dragged me here / And now you drag me back / Chorus: To this Hellnation, Hellnation… / Problem is, few care / About the people in despair / If you help no one / You’re guilty in this Hellnation / Hellnation’s when the president / Ask’s for four more fucking years / Hellnation’s when he gets it / By conning poor people and peers / Hellnation - got no choice / What’s the point of trying to vote? / When this country makes war / We all die in the same boat / (Chorus) / It’s the only world we’ve got / Let’s protect it while we can / It’s all there is and there ain’t no more / Hellnation - asking please / For a nuclear freeze / So the unborn kids / Get their chance to live and breathe / Hellnation asking aid / For the minimum wage / So the kids of tomorrow / Don’t wind up slaves to their trade / In this Hellnation / (Chorus)

Cold concrete apartments / Rise up from wet black asphalt / Below them like a few carcasses / Of the long ago age of privacy / It takes a scary kind of illness / To design a place like this for pay / Downtown’s an endless generic mall / Of video games and fast food chains / One by one / The little houses are bricked up and condemned / A subtle hint to move / Before the rats move in / Chorus: This could be anywhere / This could be everywhere / Those new kids at school seem cool / But dad says not to talk to them / Stick to your old friends / They’re not our kind / So now there’s lots of fights / So many people I know / Come of age tense and bitter-eyed / Can’t create so they just destroy / C’mon / Let’s see someone’s dog on fire / Empty plastic / Culture slum suburbia / Is a war zone now / Sprouting the kinds of gangs / We thought we left behind / (Chorus) / Kids at school are taking sides / Along color and uniform lines / My dad’s gone and bought a gun / He says he’s fed up / With crime in this town / (Chorus) / Anywhere / Everywhere / I hope I’m gone before it explodes / I linger late at night / Waiting for the bus / No amount of neon jazz / Could hide the coming vibes of death / My dad’s a vigilante now / He’s bringing home these weird-ass friends / Like the guy who fires blanks at his TV / When Kojack’s on / Or the guy who shows off his submachine gun / To his sixteen year old daughter’s friends / Whose sense of pride and hope / Is being in the police reserve / (Chorus)

In lonely gas stations with mini-marts / You’ll find rows of them for sale / Liquor-filled statues of Elvis Presley / Screw his head off / Drink like a vampire / His disciples flock to such a fitting shrine / Sprawled across from his graceless mansion / A shopping mall / Filled with prayer rugs and Elvis dolls / And I wonder / Yeah I wonder / Will Elvis take the place of Jesus in a thousand years / Religious wars / Barbaric laws / Bloodshed worldwide / Over what’s left of his myth / A growing boy needs his lunch / When pesticides get banned we’re safe up north / We just sell them to those other countries / Soon there’s lots of exotic deformed babies / Somehow that’s not our fault / Just dip ‘em in glaze, paint ‘em orange and green / For the Arizona roadside stands / To sell alongside plaster burros and birdbaths / And I wonder / Yeah I wonder / Why so many insects around us feed off the dead / Death squads / Starvation / Foreign aid? / Just leave it to the magic of the marketplace / A growing boy needs his lunch / Everyone should just love each other / Dip your toe into the fire / Drop your guns and lawsuits and love each other / Life begins beyond the bunker / And while you’re busy hugging in the streets / Outgrowing your hatred for all to feel / Jiminy Cricket’s found a game to play / Stick your neck out and trust - It’ll be chopped away / Jimmy through your locked front doors / Rifle through your sacred drawers / Line my pockets / Deface your dreams / ‘Til the cows come home to me / Nibbling like an earwig winding through your brain / Bound the Lawrence Harvey spread-eagled to a bed / The migraine gets worse when you find out we lay eggs / And no one in all of Borneo can hear your scream / Turn on / Tune in / Cop out / Drop kick Turn in Tune out

Another rainy morning mingling at the market / Bartering for food for another day / Rifle shots ring out behind the crumbling buildings / Executions have begun / Sprawled in the square are today’s broken bodies / Lots to pick clean if you’re first and quick / Rift through their pockets, peel off their clothes / To wear or sell when you wash out the blood / Run my little brother / Run to the chicken farm / Opportunity is calling / You might even find a watch / Chorus: We’re going down / To the chicken farm / Napalm rains no more / But the war goes on / Little brother died playing at the dump today / He found a new toy and held it up proud / Then it blew him to bits / How many children / Will be killed or die at birth / Deformed by Agent Orange / In our food chain forever more / (Chorus) / This time we’ll buy our way out / I’ve got a plan; you wait and see / I smuggled you this map / In the gash I sliced in my thigh / I hope I’m there to join you, love / We’re blown to pieces one by one in this camp / We crawl shaking through the fields at gun point all day / To defuse leftover land mines - by hand / We shiver on the deck and stiffen for the worst / If the pirates come around we might as well be dead / We’ll be thrown in the sea / Or butchered if we’re women / All in the name of gold / One foot in a land we barely understand / Can’t speak the tongue of Yankee hospitality / Our kids at school get beat up / To the tune of “Boat people go home” / Sliced with a machete / From the breast of our homeland / Our new world tries to spit us out / But it sure beats the chicken farm

JOCK-O-RAMA (Invasion of the Beef Patrol)
You really like gorillas? / We’ve got just the pet for you / It’s the way you’re forced to act / To survive our schools / Make your whole life revolve around sports / Walk tough - don’t act too smart / Be a mean machine / Then we’ll let you get ahead / Jock-O-Rama - Save my soul / We’re under the thumb of the Beef Patrol / The future of America is in their hands / Watch it roll over Niagara Falls / Pep rally in the holy temple / And you’re forced to go / Masturbate en masse / With the favored religious cult / Cheerleaders yell - “Ra Ra Team” / From the locker room parades the prime beef / When archaeologists dig this up / They’ll either laugh or cry / Jock-O-Rama - On the brain / Redneck-a-thon drivin’ me insane / The future of America is in their hands / Watch it roll over Niagara Falls / Unzip that old time religion / On the almighty football field / Beerbellies of all ages / Come in to watch the gladiators bleed / “Now boys, this game ain’t played for fun / You’re going out there to win / How d’ya win? / Get out there / And snap the other guy’s knee!” / Beat ‘em up! Beat ‘em up! / Ra Ra Ra / Snap those spinal cords / Ha Ha Ha / The star quarterback lies injured / Unconscious on the football field / Looks like his neck is broken / Seems to happen somewhere every year / His mom and dad clutch themselves and cry / Their favorite son will never walk again / Coach says, “That boy gave a hundred percent / What spirit / What a man” / But who cares? / Game’s over - Let’s go get wasted, man / To the 7-11, to the liquor store / Let’s party all night and party some more / Another Trans-Am / Wrapped itself around a telephone pole / “I ain’t drunk, officer. / I just fell gettin’ out of my car” / Don’t worry about it, son / We were that way when we were young / You’ve got all the skills / To make a damn good businessman / Jock-O-Rama - that’s the law / Come lick the butts of the Beef Patrol / If the future of America is handed to them / Watch it roll over Niagara Falls

Happy hour belongs to America’s best loved thugs / Here comes the 4-wheel prosthetic penises / Got yer gun racks, tractor tires and lynch mob drivers / We couldn’t find a chick to sit in the middle / So we drink ourselves sick / Lean out the windows and pinch ass instead / We are the Goons of Hazzard / Glorified on your TV / We run down bikes and hitch-hikers / And we know we’ll get off scot-free / We’re the vigilante heroes of your tough-guy flicks / Bashing punks and bums and fags / With our baseball bats / No deer to blow away in the woods today / So we go to Oroville and shoot a black kid down / Or waste demonstrators in Greensboro instead / We are the Goons of Hazzard / Glorified on your TV / We leave you in a pool of blood / ‘Cause we know we’ll get off scot-free / Let’s get him / C’mere / C’mere - / Say something to me? / We’ve got him cornered / We’ve got him cornered / Is anybody looking? / Does anybody even care? / No / Local papers paint us up to be big heroes / City fathers and Chamber of Commerce want us deputized / The stoner Gestapo keepin’ your town clean / Get a shave, kid / We’ll pay you as a strike-breaker / Maybe you’ll make Tac Squad for the L.A.P.D. / We are the Goons of Hazzard / Glorified on your TV / We leave you in a pool of blood / ‘Cause we know we’ll get off scot-free

Fun Fun Fun in the fluffy chair / Flame up the herb / Wolf down the beer / - (click!) - / Hi / I’m your video DJ / I always talk like I’m wigged out on Quaaludes / I wear a stained baseball jacket everywhere I go / My job is to help destroy / What’s left of your imagination / By feeding you endless doses / Of sugar coated mindless garbage / So don’t create / Be sedate / Be a vegetable at home / And thwack on that dial / If we have our way even you will believe / this is the future of rock and roll / How far will you go / How low will you stoop / To tranquilize our minds with your sugar coated swill / You’ve turned rock and roll rebellion / Into Pat Boone sedation / Making sure nothing’s left of the imagination / Chorus: M.T.V. Get off the / M.T.V. Get off the / M.T.V. Get off the air / Get off the air / See the latest rejects from the muppet show / Wag their tits and their dicks / As they lip-synch on screen / There’s something I don’t like / About a band that always smiles / Another tax write-off / For some schmuck who doesn’t care / (Chorus) / And so it was / Our beloved corporate gods / Claimed they created rock video / Allowing it to sink as low in one year / As commercial TV has in 25 / “It’s the new frontier,” they say / It’s wide open, anything can happen / But you’ve got a lot of nerve / To call yourself a pioneer / when you’re too god-damned conservative / To take real chances / Tin-eared / Graph-paper brained accountants / Instead of music fans / Call all the shots at giant record companies now / The lowest common denominator rules / Forget honesty / Forget creativity / The dumbest buy the mostest / That’s the name of the game / But sales are slumping / And no one will say why / Could it be they put out / One too many lousy records?!? / M.T.V. Get off the air / NOW!

If your machine might slip a gear / Push this button to help it clear / Your time card says that your name’s Joe / But we’ll call you 6-3-0 / Chorus: I’m working at my job / I’m so happy / More boring by the day / But they pay me / All that time spent going to school / Just to end up following the rules / (Chorus) / Now it’s time to take a break / Don’t stray too far or you’ll be late / Thank you for your service and a long career / Glad you gave us your best years / (Chorus)

Finally got to Washington in the middle of the night / I couldn’t wait / I headed straight for the Capitol Mall / My heart began to pound / Yahoo! It really exists / The American International Pictures logo / I looked up at that Capitol building / Couldn’t help but wonder why / I felt like saying, “Hello, old friend” / Walked up the hill to touch it / Then I unzipped my pants / And pissed on it when nobody was looking / Like a great eternal Klansman / With his two flashing red eyes / Turn around, he’s always watching / The Washington monument pricks the sky / With flags for pubic hair ringed ‘round the bottom / The symbols of our heritage / Lit up proudly in the night / Somehow fits to see the homeless people / Passed out on the lawn / So this is where it all happens / The power games and bribes / All lobbying for a piece of ass / Of the stars and stripes of corruption / Makes me feel so ashamed / To be an American / When we’re too stick up to learn from our mistakes / Trying to start another Viet Nam / While fiddling while Rome burns at home / The Boss says, “You’re laid off. Blame the Japanese” / “America’s back”, all right / At the game it plays the worst / Strip mining the world like a slave plantation / No wonder others hate us / And the Hitlers we hand-pick / To bleed their people dry / For our evil empire / The drug we’re fed / To make us like it / Is God and country with a bang / People we know who should know better / Howl, “America rules. Let’s go to war!” / Business scams are what’s worth dying for / Are the Soviets our worst enemy? / We’re destroying ourselves instead / Who cares about our civil rights / As long as I get paid? / The blind Me Generation / Doesn’t care if life’s a lie / So easily used, so proud to enforce / The stars and stripes of corruption / Let’s bring it tall down! / Tell me who’s the real patriots / The Archie Bunker slobs waning flags? / Or the people with the guts to work / For some real change / Rednecks and bombs don’t make us strong / We loot the world, yet we can’t even feed ourselves / Our real test of strength is caring / Not the war toys we sell the world / Just carry on, thankful to be farmed like worms / Old glory for a blanket / As you suck on your thumbs / Real freedom scares you / ‘Cause it means responsibility / So you chicken out and threaten me / Saying, “Love it or leave it” / I’ll get beat up if I criticize it / You say you’ll fight to the death / To save your useless flag / If you want a banana republic that bad / Why don’t you go move to one / But what can just one of us do - / Against all that money and power / Trying to crush us into roaches? / We don’t destroy society in a day / Until we change ourselves first / From the inside out / We can start by not trying so much / And treating other people like dirt / It’s easy not to base our lives / On how much we can scam / And you know / It feels good to life that monkey off our backs / I’m thankful I live in a place / Where I can say the things I do / Without being taken out and shot / So I’m on guard against the goons / Trying to take my rights away / We’ve got to rise above the need for cops and laws / Let kids learn communication / Instead of schools pushing competition / How about more art and theater instead of sports? / People will always do drugs / Let’s legalize them / Crime drops when the mob can’t price them / Budget’s in the red? / Let’s tax religion / No one will do it for us / We’ll just have to fix it ourselves / Honesty ain’t all that hard / Just put Rambo back inside your pants / Causing trouble for the system is much more fun / Thank you for the toilet paper / But your flag is meaningless to me / Look around, we’re all people / Who needs countries anyway? / Our land, I love it too / I think I love it more than you / I care enough to fight / The stars and stripes of corruption / Let’s bring it all down! / If we don’t try / If we just lie / If we can’t find / A way to do better than this / Who will?

All songs written by Jello Biafra, East Bay Ray, Klaus Flouride and D.H. Peligro
Lyrics by Jello Biafra except “Hellnation” by D.H. Peligro and “At My Job” by East Bay Ray
(C) 1985 Decay Music