Your numbers up you have to go
The system say's "I told you so"
Stocked in a train like a truckload of cattle
Sent off to slaughter in a useless battle
Thousands of us sent off to die
Never really knowing why
Fuck the system they can have me
I don't need society
I don't need society

Before you know it you're in he corp
Grab your gear boy you're off to war
Stocked in a train like a truckload of cattle
Sent off to slaughter in a useless battle
Thousands of us sent off to die
Never really knowing why
Fuck the system they can have me
I don't need society
I don't need society

You were an apple pie clone living at home
Never straying to far from your phone
Now son make it through enemy lines
You must hurry there's not much time
Made it sir. They're gonna drop the bomb
No time to evacuate, they'll call our moms
Fuck the system, they can't have me
I don't need society
I don't need society

I play Pac-Man and I watch T.V.
I'm so happy 'cause it pleases me
I couldn't really ask for anything else
Maybe my own chain of Taco Bells

I'm perfectly happy right where I am
I could live forever in a traffic jam
It doesn't really bother me to breath the poison air
I'd choke anyway, I don't really care

Sometimes I think about getting away for a while
But when I return I will be out of style
You may say I'm not an ambitious man
But let me tell you I've got some plans
Like there's a new car I wanna buy
And a video cassette recorder yet I'm not sure why
I wanna get married and have three kids
'Cause I'm lonely and I've got the hard dick
Commuter Man

I think of things that bring people down
I'm the type of person no one wants around
Everyone stares at me wherever I go
They all suck, what do they know?
They're living inside a designer world
A fresh and clean pretty little world
Reality to them is a new pair of shoes
And trying ten pair before they choose

I think of things that bring people down
Out of the clouds and back to the ground
Where the fish lie belly up in black water
Where the boy next door is fucking your dog
Your living inside a plastique world
Slick and modern pseudo world
Where what you want is what you get
Package after package of plastique shit

Sitting around watching T.V.
Taking it slow, taking it easy
Wanting to buy, wanting to hide
And I'm wondering, wondering, wondering why.
Why is the word I want to hear
Why is the word the government fears
Why does the government fucking lie
I'm wondering, wondering, wondering why

They've known all along
Since the first time they dropped the bomb
They saw the power
Everyone knew it was time to stop
But they could not
Well I've seen the sign
I know it's time
To shed a tear
To draw the line
But they can't stop now 'cause it's too late
The end is near and they can't wait

Balance of power
Balance of terror
We're in this too deep
To correct our error

A communist plan, it's all a plot
And you're a part of it if you think your not
We had an hour, now we've got a minute
You can't hide now, we're all in it.

Balance of power
Balance of terror
We're in this too deep
To correct our error

Nobody rules, nobody wins
When there is no Earth, to you my friends
We've got a chance if we make a stand
Join the rulers or join a band
Balance of power balance of terror
Balance of power balance of terror
Balance of power balance of terror
Someone calls a bluff and we're finished

It's my fate to hate
I realized but way too late
It's my fate to hate
Now I have a reason why
It's my fat to hate - You!

Is fate a lasting emotion?
If so I sure am blind
A misdirected maniac
A misdirected mind - No!
It's my fate to hate - You!

Now I don't need a reason why
Don't need a reason why
A reason why a reason why

Who am I
D.R.I.
Who am I?
Three simple words
Who am I?
A human being
Who am I?
This weird thing
Who am I?
Not what I seem

I stayed at homw today
And I'm not going back to work
Money Stinks Money Stinks
This city stinks
Smell the power, smell the health
Smell the poverty of Americas wealth
Money smells of evil, greed
Capitalist wants and pumped up needs

Money stinks
Money stinks
This city stinks

Smell the logic Smell the jet planes
The dangerous goals and crooked aims
Smell the progress Smell the dirty money
Smells like shit, this isn't funny

Money stinks
Money stinks
This city stinks

Nobody cares about the air we breath
Nobody cares about the air we need
Smell the profit, smell the success
Smell the dying dream of the mighty west
Smell the factories, smell all the cars
The adult book stores and the topless bars
Smell the pretty people, smell their false pity
Smell the broken promise of the living city
Smell the real reason, smell, smell the one way plan
The real estate, the desperate, state of modern man
Smell the excess, smell the death
Smell the wet dream of this human mess

Managers and engineers build machines
To steal your dreams
Take a taste of human waste
Farting, belching in your face
Take a taste
Take a taste
Take a taste
Of human waste, farting ,belching in your face

Managers and engineers build machines
To steal your dreams
Take a taste of human waste
Farting, belching in your face
Human Waste
Human Waste
Human Waste
Take a taste, farting, belching in your face
Take a taste of farting, belching human waste
In your face

Teacher moves me from seat to seat
All I do is talk
Teacher may I use the bathroom please?
Yes, it's an emergency

Teacher makes me take my test first
I'll take your test
Trapped inside this hourglass
Thoughts of CRASS
I'll give you the answers you want to hear
But I won't conform
Unlike my mindless vacant peers
They're the norm

Finished, may I use the bathroom please?
Yes, still an emergency
Come on, cut me slack
Promise I'll be right back
Just let me go this one last time
And I'll never ask again
Teacher, really, really

My moms upset, my dads uptight
Don't like my music, they say it isn't right
Don't like my haircut, they call me a dyke
They send me to a shrink twice a week
He tells my mom I'm a fucking freak
Dreaming scary dreams
Wondering what they mean
Living down under deep in never ending waking sleep
When will this end?
Or has it even begun
I love the moon
And I hate the sun

You think your real cool
Starting fights at school
And writing stupid lines like "Anarchy Rules"
You don't even know what anarchy is
You never will and you never did
You're a closet punk
You closet punk
If your mother only knew you wear bandannas and boots
Of you traded your tennis racket
For a camouflage jacket
Those wrap around glasses make you look like a faggot
You've got a Mohawk that you comb down in the day
When you're at work or when you're out at play
You're at work or when you're out at play
You're in this just for fun

You're a closet punk
You closet punk

Stay in the closet where you belong
Stay in the closet where you've been all along
You're the hidden one
You're in this just for fun
You're a closet punk
You're a closet punk
You closet punk

Reaganomics killing me
Reaganomics killing me
Reaganomics killing me
Reaganomics killing you

My mommy says I should join the church
The mad man tells me what I'm worth
True, it's clear, he beats me down
Makes me bitter, makes me frown
Till I myself as a human being
Hide my eyes to what I see
I myself as a human being
Hide my eyes to reality

Me, alone, I really wonder why
All alone I wonder why I try
When life itself depresses me
And everything else, it's sad to be

You should have gone to Canada
You could have run away
But you couldn't shame your parents
You say you had to stay
So you get yourself drafted
So you went ahead and went
And you thought you'd be a hero
And not a dissident

War Crime War Crime

You used to be a good boy
You used to be the best
Then you tried the drug
Ad you dreamt about the west
Everyone's your enemy
Everyone's your friend
Your world was upside down
To kill was not to sin
So you shot the wrong woman
Or you shot the wrong kid
Now Sam will make you regret
That you ever did
But you had no choice
You were told what to do
Orders from the helicopter crew

War Crime War Crime

Back home they wanted blood
For the atrocities
For the innocent who died
On they're TVs
They demanded justice
They demanded you
They wanted to watch you hang
Till you turned blue

War Crime War Crime

And the president said that that's OK
Because it takes they're attention away
From the real crime, the war
There are no war crimes
War is the crime

Police drive by, I hold my breath
I've got 10 warrants for my arrest
They stop at the light and whip it around
Ten minutes later I'm headed downtown
Free Ride

Busted stepped out of line
Busted no place to hide
Busted couldn't pay my fines

It makes no sense to live this way
But I'm gonna do it anyway

Busted for being me
Busted for being free
Busted can't pay my bail
Busted I'll die in jail

It makes no sense to live this way
But I'm gonna do it anyway

Draft me I want to have fun
Draft me give me a gun
Draft me I'd understand
Draft me I want to be a man

I want to help America keep the peace
I want to be a trooper in the world police, Draft me

I'm a first round draft choice 19
A man without a choice unseen
Feedback from society
Please A reason

For Kampuchia
The problems in Korea
The wars in Iran
Afganistan
Argentinas Falkland Islands

Capitalist Suck
Capitalist Suck
Capitalist Suck

You can't tell your wants from needs
You buy America and do a good deed
Create a job, don't bite the hand that feeds

Capitalist Suck
Capitalist Suck
Capitalist Suck

All of your goals are the fucking same
As every other jerk in this stupid game
Your brains have been washed and hung out to dry
You don't doubt it and you don't know why

What they have now
They want for me
Misery loves company
Live a life of bigotry
On the way to bankruptcy
Beer belly and family
Crackers, cheese and burgundy

You're life's no anomaly
Live your life accordingly
Wake up to the certainty
Of ageing and misery

No real love just cake and tea
No road to recovery
Live the life of drudgery
Same old shit, housewivery, fakery, tracery, misery

The generals say they make good sense
A strong economy? First a strong defence

That makes sense
They make sense to me

The Air force says they need new planes
As they prepare for strafing raids
And the Army, of course, needs more men
So they can fight and kill and win

That makes sense
They make sense to me

The Navy says they need more ships
So they can float and shoot and shit
They also say they need machines
To run they're little submarines

That makes sense
They make sense to me

You work all day to earn your pay
To pay off all your debts
You rent your square to live in
And that's the best it gets

Cubical man does what he can
To keep himself alive
Pays his share for his little square
In order to survive

Locked in a race, the money chase
The systems fooling you
The more you make the more they take
And there's nothing you can do

Cubicle man does what he can
To keep himself alive
Pays his share for his little square
In order to survive

Run your ass to get your check
Stand in a crowded line
Pay your bills and buy the pills
That help you to unwind

Cubicle man does what he can
To keep himself alive
Pays his share for his little square
In order to survive

You buy a chair for your little square
So you can sit and hide
But you're all alone you fucked up clone
'Cause no one's on your side

The game of fools has its rules
So don't you fall behind
They'll take your square 'cause they don't care
They've got they're home-free ride

Blockhead!