Dead Kennedys

Song:  The Government Flu
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Why are you such a stupid asshole?
Would you really like to know?
Well, pay your fee, remove your clothes,
and Yvette will show you how
You went to school where you were taught to fear and to obey, be cheerful, fit in, or someone might think you're weird.
Life can be perfect. People can be trusted.
Someday, I will fall in love;
a nice quiet home of my very own.
Free from all the pain.
Happy and having fun all the time.
It never happened, did it?


We got a drug
We're gonna try it out on you
Won't make you die
It'll getcha just a little bit sick

Got a head cold
Got a chest cold
And it's three days old
(Goin' on forever)
Make you hazy
Make you lazy
Drive you crazy
For days and days and days and days and days
And years

Barely got the time now
To stay on the job
Double up the dosage in your water supply
Make you even sicker 'til you're slippin' away

Getting all depressed
It's getting all your friends
You can't get it up
For nothing that'll rock the boat

The government flu
The government flu
The government flu

Slip it abroad
Keep a-slowin' down the USSR
But meanwhile
We'll keep an eye
On what it's doin' to you

Got a head cold
Got a chest cold
And it's three days old
(Goin' on forever)
Make you hazy
Make you lazy
Drive you crazy
For days and days and days and days and days
And days and days and days and days and days
And days and days and days and days and days
And years

The government flu
The government flu
The government
Flew
Through
You

Dead Kennedys

Song:  Trust Your Mechanic

TV invents a disease you think you have
So you buy our drugs and soon you depend on them
Pain is in your mind, got you coming back for more again and again and again and again
Gonna rip you off, rip you off!

Doctor says you need surgery now
You're feeling good, 'til the side effects fuck up something else
You're ensnared by the medicine man paying up the ass again and again
Gonna rip you off!

Trust your mechanic to mend your car
Bring it in to his garage
He tightens and loosens a few spare parts
One thing's fixed, another falls apart
And the rich eat you!

A magazine says your face don't look quite right
Unless you wear our brand new wonder creme tonight
Never look right again, unless you grease your skin
Again and again and again and again, gonna rip you off!

Told you're depressed, so of course you see the psychiatrist
Right when you hit your neuroses' roots, he confuses you
He fucks your head up worse, gotcha feeling helpless
You're coming back for more again and again
Gonna rip you off, rip you off!

Trust your mechanic
To make you well
You're seeing an awful lot of him now
The quicker he makes your life fall apart
The more money you put in his pockets

Trust your mechanic to plug your holes
Trust him to make more, somewhere else
Trust your mechanic, he'll always come through and rip you off!