silentbob when i list my favorite bands, The Dead Kennedys are always among them. I've liked them since i was about 14, back in the good old late 90's.
to avoid listing some lameass biography someone else wrote, thus producing something lame TWICE, i will just make my own lameass biography.
I started going on mirc in the eigth grade and i talked to this guy named scott who called himself stuartsut. we talked in a beatles channel. scott likes pretty much all forms of music, but dead kennedys were his favorite band. i live in iowa. for anyone who lives in small midwestern towns, you understand the tragedy of being very underexposed to everything. Everything.
So scott sent me some tapes in the beginning of my freshman year. majority of the tapes were Jello Biafra spoken word albums, just things off his own cds he had taped off at random. and the last tape i listened to that he sent me was jello's old band, the dead kennedys.

they started in '78 or so i read, when Eric boucher was a mere 19. they broke up in '86 or 87. hmm...odd. i thought it was 87, but this says it was 86. evil.
they are from sanfransisco.
political punk rock. perhaps not THE first, but one of the first punk bands to have longer songs than just three or four minutes. im not really sure of this, this is just what i have come to understand. someone once said they were the first hardcore band, Nazi Punks Fuck Off, Moral Majority, and Dogbite are some really fast and hard dead kennedy songs which just might very well be the first hardcore shit. blah blah blah. i only type it as it comes to my head. so now i'll get to lyrics.
silentbob Soup Is Good Food

words: Biafra / music:Ray,Biafra,Fouride & Peligro

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 it 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

Soup is good food--(We don't need you any more)
You made a good meal--(We don't need you any more)
Now how do you feel--(We don't need you any more)
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

Soup is Good Food Etc.

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 dispose-all unit
Ground into sludge and flushed away
Aw geez

Soup is good food
You made a good meal etc.

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 just made for you

Poor Rats... we human rodents chuckle
at least we get a dignified cremation
At yet
At 6:00 tomorrow morning
It's time to get up and go to work

M.T.V.--Get Off the Air

words: Biafra / Music: Biafra & Ray

Fun Fun Fun in the fluffy chair
Flame up the herb
Woof down the beer

I'm your video DJ
I always talk like I'm wigged out on quaaludes
I wear a satin 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 to the imagination

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 who always smiles
Another tax write-off
For some schmuck who doesn't care

M.T.V. Get off the air

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-damn conservative
To take real chances.

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!
silentbob Stars and Stripes of Corruption

words: Biafra / Music: Biafra, Ray, Flouride & Peligro

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 the 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 like 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 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 stuck up to learn from our mistakes
Trying to start another Viet Nam
Like fiddling while Rome burns at home
The Boss says, "You're laid off. Blame the Japanese"

"America's back," alright
At the game it plays the worst
Strip mining the world like a slave plantation

No wonder others hate us
And the Hitlers we handpick
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 band

People we know who should know better
Howl, "America riles. 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 all down!
Tell me who's the real patriots
The Archie Bunker slobs waving 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 toys of war 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
'Cos 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 worthless 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 lying 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 lift 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 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 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 it better than this
Who will?
silentbob 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

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


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


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
Maybe you'll just disappear


Punk ain't no religious cult
Punk means thinking for yourself
You ain't hardcore cos you spike your hair
When a jock still lives inside your head

Nazi punks
Nazi punks
Nazi punks - Fuck Off!

Nazi punks
Nazi punks
Nazi punks - Fuck Off!

If you've come to fight, get outa here
You ain't no better than the bouncers
We ain't trying to be police
When you ape the cops it ain't anarchy

Nazi punks
Nazi punks
Nazi punks - Fuck Off!

Nazi punks
Nazi punks
Nazi punks - Fuck Off!

Ten guys jump one, what a man
You fight each other, the police state wins
Stab your backs when you trash our halls
Trash a bank if you've got real balls

You still think swastikas look cool
The real nazis run your schools
They're coaches, businessmen and cops
In a real fourth reich you'll be the first to go

Nazi punks
Nazi punks
Nazi punks - Fuck Off!

Nazi punks
Nazi punks
Nazi punks - Fuck Off!

You'll be the first to go
You'll be the first to go
You'll be the first to go
Unless you think...

You call yourself the Moral Majority
We call ourself the people in the real world
Trying to rub us out, but we're going to survive
God must be dead if you're alive

You say, 'God loves you. Come and buy the Good News'
Then you buy the president and swimming pools
If Jesus don't save 'til we're lining your pockets
God must be dead if you're alive

Circus-tent con-men and Southern belle bunnies
Milk your emotions then they steal your money
It's the new dark ages with the fascists toting bibles
Cheap nostalgia for the Salem Witch Trials

Stodgy ayatollahs in their dobble-knit ties
Burn lots of books so they can feed you their lies
Masturbating with a flag and a bible
God must be dead if you're alive

Blow it out your ass, Jerry Falwell
Blow it out your ass, Jesse Helms
Blow it out your ass, Ronald Reagan
What's wrong with a mind of my own?

You don't want abortions, you want battered children
You want to ban the pill as if that solves the problem
Now you wanna force us to pray in school
God must be dead if you're such a fool

You're planning for a war with or without Iran
Building a police state with the Klu Klux Klan
Pissed at your neighbour? Don't bother to nag
Pick up the phone and turn in a fag

Blow it out your ass, Terry Dolan
Blow it out your ass, Phyllis Schlafly
Ram it up your cunt, Anita
Cos God must be dead
If you're alive
God must be dead
If you're alive
silentbob Forward to Death

Words & music: 6025

I don't need your way of life
I can't stand your attitudes
I can do without your strife
I don't need this fucking world
I don't need this fucking world

This world brings me down
Gag with every breath
This world brings me down
I'm looking forward to death

It seems so unreal to me
So much hate and so mouch pity
I can't take another day
It's such a bore
It gets me really sore
I don't need this fucking world
I don't need this fucking world

This world brings me down
Gag with every breath
This world brings me down
I'm looking forward to death
Looking forward to death
silentbob IN-SIGHT

Who's that kid in the back of the room?
Who's that kid in the back of the room?
He's setting all his papers on fire
He's setting all his papers on fire

Where did he get that crazy smile?
Where did he get that crazy smile?
We all think he's really weird
We all think he's really weird

We never talk to him
He never looks quite right
He laughs at us
We just beat him up
What he sees escapes our sight

We never see him with the girls
We never see him with the girls
He's talking to himself again
He's talking to himself again

Why doesn't he want tons of friends?
Why doesn't he want tons of friends?
Says he's bored when we hang around
Says he's bored when we hang around

We never talk to him
He never looks quite right
He laughs at us
We just beat him up
What he sees escapes our sight

We're all planning our careers
We're all planning our careers
We're all planning our careers
He says we're growing old...
daanuh I read Soup Is Good Food as part of a memorization workshop for my freshman drama class. Didnt do much for my memorization, i had it down already. But those people didnt get it at all. Not that i really expected them to. They just needed something to think about for a while. 001203
Barrett We came home and found our son lying dead on his bed from a gunshot wound. There was an Ozzy record on the turntable, so we called our lawyer. 001203
gwyllynne Dead Kennedys

flo do you really need to fill the world with other peoples words.
this could be a place for your own
pogo the klown DMSO 010420
silentbob the top was filled with words of my own. the middle shit is reciting their words to give you an idea of what they were about. its not about me. its about them. its a dedication. 010420
flo whatever, less than silent bob. 010424
silentbob Man, i've never heard that one before. Silent Bob talks when he has something to say . 010424
flo pretty constant flow.

don't get me wrong, i've been following your bits around. you have the abiliy to be interesting.

it is what you have to say that is interesting.
Alexander Beetle Holiday in Cambodia should be passed into law. 010504
CheapVodka I love this band and I am glad that silentbob takes the time to write lyrics and something of his own or whatever it is he's writing for such bands like AFI, Descendents, and Dead Kennedys. At least some people still have appreciation for what was good in music before the rest of this "shtuff" came along. I'm thanking him, flo, not dissing him. Let'z be thankful at least the words he chooses to put on here are at least not some pop shit or what least he'z got taste

PS It'z all about stealing peoples mail...
Teenage Jesus I did sound for Jello on a stop on one of his spoken word tours about a dozen years ago. Nice guy- VERY funny... 011102
yummyC bob wears a dead kennedys tshirt
but he doesn't get it.

Ray's guitar broke. No, we won't play Rawhide, won't play anything. We'll play the theme from the Dinah Shore show. Who wants to be Dinah Shore? Who's alter-ego is Dinah Shore? Oh, his fists didn't go up so quickly this time. Yawn...yawn..yawn. Put those headphones on, it's be-bop time.

I want to tell you a story about the last time I was in Portland. The night before we played at the Long Goodbye. I was walking on the street about 10:30 at night. A lot of people go to bed around here at 10:30 at night. And well, I was walking along when suddenly these jocks in this bright blue pickup drove up. It had KC lights, tractor tires, everything but the CB. It was a life-size Hot Wheels car for some dumb rich kid, right. Well, they drove up to me and they yelled what dumb rich kids usually yell, "Hey, faggot," and showered me with some water. So, I stood there thinking, what a bunch of fuckheads and picked up a rock. Now, I waited, walked down about a block to where the Kentucky Fried Chicken is, on Burnside, and sure enough they drove around again. They said, "Hey, faggot, where's the nearest McDonald's?" I said, "I don't know" and they squirted me again. So I threw the rock and put a nice-size dent in their giant Hot Wheels car. They screached to a halt in the parking lot of some department store, who's name I don't remember, it's up the street from Fred Meyer, and they got out their clubs and they ran after me, yelling, "We're gonna kill you, you god damn faggot, we're gonna kill you, you motherfucker." So I got in a phonebooth by the Kentucky Fried Chicken on Burnside, held my legs straight out like this so they couldn't open the door to the phonebooth. So they began charging the phonebooth, beating on it with their club, yelling, "We're gonna kill you, you motherfucker, we're gonna kill you, you god damn faggot." I just looked at them. So, there was a crowd gathering by this time and these kids were standing nearby and they said, "Oh, look at him, he's insane." I thought, ah-hah, here's my way out. I yelled at them, "Take me to a mental hospital right away. I wanna be be put away. Please put me away, c'mon, call the cops and put me away. Please put me away now." They said, "Alright, faggot, we're calling the police." So they called the police. The cop comes out and I go, ah, my savior, I'm away from these jocks. He opens up the door, "Get out of there, you," throws me up against the car, frisks me, shoves me in the back. Then he goes over to the jocks, "Now what happened here? It looks like we're going have to take him to jail but we got to have the full story first" So the jocks, who had an ace in the hole, ace in the hole [Take down on the bass, a little bit down on the bass. Yeah], ace in the hole, and they go, "Well, goddammit, the motherfucker put a dent in my truck, a $5000 truck, right, so I got my club, I went out and I wanted to kill him. I want to kill him. Let me kill him, goddammit. Let me kill him." So the cop made them go home, and he drove me home, and he confiscated their club and my rock as further evidence. And I thought, so this is Oregon, huh? Tolerent Oregon?

Ray, are you done with your guitar yet? He isn't done yet. So what else do you want to hear, I'm out of stories. That's a true story, too. Just ask Bruce Loose.

This is one of the funniest goddamn things I've heard in forever.

Thank you, Mr. Biafra
trox death is only the begining of life 050411
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