Songtexte:
Dead Kennedys Bedtime For Democracy

buy buy from Circle A Like hula hoops, it's a disposable craze Another fast-food fad to throw away Get your anarchy for sale Anarchy for sale Anarchy for

Have you heard about the latest craze That's sweepin' across the nation All the punks from coast to coast Have discovered an old invention "Your hair

all the blows Of your forced daily routine We strip-mine your underground culture Take a bite out and rinse it clean Give ourselves credit for creating

I say, come on to pleasures unknown Where we fly to when we are all bored C?mon for the ride and hop with the jet set tonight We?ll sun ourselves red

Name one thing on earth lower than a tough guy Who talks with his fists instead of using his head Who beats the shit out of anything it can't understand

final frontier How dare you question our Star Wars plans For the farce that they are? You're going where no man has gone before For rockin' the boat

wall around our power Bankrupt L.A.'s streetcar line So people pay more to drive Plant strategic freeways Divide neighborhoods by color lines We'd rather pay for

If only people could shrink Our world wouldn't be so overcrowded Bring ourselves down to size There'd be so much more food to go 'round Why don't we

Clown To draft age kids It sure looks like fun- "Kill 'em all And let God sort 'em out." Like video games-no mess Just fuel for a mass lapse of common