Melvins - Never Breathe What You Can't See [Collaboration] lyrics
Tracks 01. Plethysmograph
02. McGruff The Crime Dog 03. Yuppie Cadillac 04. Islamic Bomb 05. Enchanted Thoughtfist 06. Caped Crusader 07. The Lighter Side Of Global Terror 08. Dawn Of The Locusts 01. Plethysmograph Music & lyrics by Jello Biafra
If Stewart talked, what would he say?
Enough to keep you here ten more years Where we zap ya with our 'therapy' Throw the switch on your fantasies With our little electric ring Clamped around your love thang Flash ya pictures, Clockwork Orange-style Let's see what makes Stewart smile Yow! Yow! Yow! Try not to expand Yow! Yow! Yow! Don't trip the Plethysmograph If the machine catches you erect Ain't no way you're getting' outta here Back to aversion therapy As we watch our toys watch you Flood your face with ammonia gas And scent of rotting placentas Little electric shock or two This is how we cure you Yow! Yow! Yow! Don't let it expand Yow! Yow! Yow! Can't trick the Plethysmograph Little girls and boys, Panties past their thighs Try not to rise 3 strokes you're out! Comely amputees scratch themselves for fleas Down at Muscle Beach 3 strokes you're out Grand Wizard Newt in a sailor suit Dancing with a flute 3 strokes you're out! Brazilian babes titties made of clay Spread their waxy legs for Great Danes Who invents this stuff? Do their kids join cults? What do they fantasize to get themselves off Wanna see child porn? Join the vice squad In the name of correction we play with all we want Nothing is private any more Lie detectors were never this fun Says the Attorney General Man As he ends the morning prayer meeting Back to his office for electronic ring Clamps it on his sinful thang Rewind the tape, lemme see some more So I can feel my eagle soar Yow! Yow! Yow! He's speaking in tongues Yow! Yow! Yow! Now he can't shut it off Yow! Yow! Yow! Crashing through the glass Yow! Yow! Yow! Praise the Plethysmograph 02. McGruff The Crime Dog Music by Buzz Osborne Lyrics by Jello Biafra,
Thank you, Osama
You are the savior Of our economy today Now that the dot coms Choked on their stock frauds Goldmine's Homeland Security Why not hire half the country To spy on the other half? No more unemployment Or privacy enjoyment Think of the dividends Who can we trust? We trust McGruff The Crime Dog Our O.G. TV Narc Since you've accepted being drug tested At work, At school, At play, At home You'll each rejoice at Your new companion Who follows you everywhere you go Always dressed in a trenchcoat And a McGruff doggie mask Never know who they are Kuz you know better than to ask Who can we trust? We trust McGruff The Crime Dog Total Awareness He sees you when you're sleeping He knows when you're awake He knows when you've been bad or good So be good for the sake of McGruff the Crime Dog Watching your every move Your guardian angel in a doggie mask In bed while you're asleep No home invasions Beside you when you get it on No date rape Stick a thumbtack up your butt When you're slacking on the job Together We will protect our way of life Report all suspicious activity Turn in your friends Keep your home terrorist free Take a Bite Out of Crime Take a Bite Out of Crime! 03. Yuppie Cadillac Music & lyrics by Jello Biafra
Cruisin' down the freeway
Slupin' latte in my BM'er Roadster I won for being Sales Rep of the Week At my now failed dot.com Then it happens again S.U.V. damn near killed me They made the roads so unsafe I bought me one the very next day Why do I eat up so much gas? Why do I cut you off to pass? What do I drive like such an ass? Because I can! Yuppie Yuppie Yuppie Cadillac But I need my armored luxury tank To drive to work and drive home Keep my children safe As I run down yours While I talk on my cell phone Better you than me, Got important places to be School, soccer, psychiatrist, And then the wine boutique Why do I flaunt my upper class? Hogging two parking spaces Why do I act like such an ass? No boundaries, man Yuppie Yuppie Yuppie Cadillac Blow them up! Key their hoods! Run them out of the neighborhood Melt them down for Blue Chip scrap War for oil? Draft them! Got a big hummer with monster tires It's the latest craze When S.U.V.s are not enough To break a traffic jam Up and over I go My terminator crushing cars below I'm late for a meeting More important than yours My Krispy Kremes are getting cold #! **#! What is it 'bout the Navigator Escalade, Suburban, Explorer, Yukons That brings out the road-rage macho dick In everybody who drives one Icy curves, slow down 'Nother pathfinder found it's way to Hell What a great way to think the herd But why should we have to share the road with Yuppie Yuppie Yuppie Cadillac 04. Islamic Bomb Music & lyrics by Jello Biafra
The sun sets on the desert
Of Thee Evil Empire The seeds of Mass Destruction Are still very much alive All we got were lousy weapons Piled up from the Cold War The free market wrecked our country To the black market we go Hand grenades way up to nuke toys From Afghanistan to Latvia We will sell to anyone Who wants the Bomb So the conga line of missiles Dances out of storage sites Past the checkpoints left abandoned Kuz the guards all took a bribe And on all the hot spots Gettin' tired of being stomped on By great satans and their neighbors This will change if we have the bomb Spread gift-wrapped do-it-yourself kits Pay our debts to the World Bank Before you can say Islam Before you can say Saddam Who's got the bomb? Islamic Bomb For a real Axis of Evil Keep an eye on free enterprise Like our top secret project At a warehouse right in town No one here knows all the details We just ship components out Selling to the highest bidder If we don't, someone else will To third parties in Third countries You can't stop what you can't find This is what we wanted all along Now the arms race can go on and on 10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1 Piss ant little countries They were getting in our way Trying to claim their soil's riches Tellin us we have to pay So we tricked their wacky rulers To go wipe each other out Russian Roulette regime change In a sea of mushroom clouds Dying peasants slave at gunpoint All their oil is finally ours Life will never be Quite like it was Hide in our Green Zones Til Jesus comes But we fixed you all With Thee Islamic Bomb 05. Enchanted Thoughtfist Music by Buzz Osborne Lyrics by Jello Biafra
I am a product of the television age
Zoom in on what's important Get the point right away A modern lack of patience Is it a virtue? Hardly ever read books Devours easily few I say it again We all believe what we want to believe Don't just question authority Question everything Felt I had to confess In Ginsberg's apartment My literary background's mostly songs and cartoons He said 'Oh, that's just fine' I sort of felt relieved But when I hurl my word bombs How much should be believed? I say it again We all believe what we want to believe Don't just question authority Don't forget to question me! Oh yeah, that's right It takes nights With insight The pressure of being taken seriously Breathing down on me To keep up with my extremes And keep on planting seeds Joyous sabotage So far so good Now where do we go from here? It always feels weird When people come up to me And say I changed their lives I say 'Now it's your turn to start a fire!' Fire! Start your own fire Bring the world fire 06. Caped Crusader Music by Biafra, Osborne Lyrics by Jello Biafra
When I die you will find
My body clean and shaved Do not touch my genitals Without gloves on your hands Let no one come near me If they are female Watch on my left hand Perfume made just for men Purify my soul from unclean things Pray all night Sharpen knives to slaughter swift and clean Prophet says the animal should not feel any pain Oh God forgive me for all my sins The time of fun and waste has gone Judgment has arrived Wedding in paradise The black-eyed virgins call Come hither, friend of god God is great God is love We must kill infidels I don't care if I do What's right in the sight of men Important thing is for me To do right in God's sight Annoint me with cooking oil I'm Daniel in the Den Baby killers and calico cats You shall feel my wrath Yeh yeh-eh Yeh-eh God is Great Yeh yeh-eh Yeh-eh God is Love No No-o God but God We must kill in-fi-dels. I am ready to become a martyr Give the most precious thing I have Fight with my heart to the last drop Of blood... Blood Why do we hate you so To blow ourselves up to blow up you Every time you bomb our lands It might be time for you to ask What will their kids be like? What will their kids be like? Killin' time, blending in A smile and a paper hat Feel jihad each time I ask Would you like fries with that? Our Bruce Wayne, complete with cave Dispatched crime-fighting bats Think like me for a minute or three You'll come up with a way To slip right though your gates You'll never be secure You'll never be secure There is no God But God 07. The Lighter Side Of Global Terror Music by Buzz Osborne Lyrics by Jello Biafra
Can I touch you here?
May I search your bags? You have randomly been selected Got a funny name and you look the part Plus, I like the way You bulge in your clothes Yehhhh I love my job Rock bottom pay never felt so hot Big man, uniform and badge Pedophile Santas ain't got nothin' on me I love to feel sexy things Other people's sexy things I love to peek at people's things Other people's private things When I was young and someone's guest I'd find a way to sneak upstairs Peek in the closet, paw through the drawers And feel a tingle up from below Oh, how I love to find New playthings for my mind I file these thoughts away Until I go on break When I can finally touch myself See your shiny jewels On your neck and wrists They could be weapons We must play safe So fork 'em over, Or you're under arrest Maybe you should have checked them In your suitcase Meanwhile, down below What have we here? Let's open this one up Pills! Cash! Electronics to fence Let's see you prove they were there In the first place Who is that behind The one way mirror blind Just little ol' me And my non-dairy creme Gotta wipe it up and go select Someone new Wooo! 08. Dawn Of The Locusts Music by Buzz Osborne Lyrics by Jello Biafra
We are the locusts
And it's time for the plague The Chick tracts and gun nuts Warned you was here Profiled as bad seeds Since before we could read Monkey wrenching world orders Is how we party Red alert, orange alert Every flavor of Fruit loops alert Your precious way of life Is under attack from inside We won't buy and we'll try To rot your house of cards From the inside out Sacred Corporate logos Are the new swastikas To the proud to be Patriotically incorrect hordes Deep fried society Has gone to the wolves While we eat away From inside the bones Gnaw Gnaw Nibble Nibble Chew Devour Scrape Deflower They know who we are So why not just get worse? We won't buy and we'll try To torch all you hold dear From the inside out We've come for your children We've come for your friends To save them from becoming Respectable citizens A prank a day Keeps the dogleash away Join the new Boston Tea Party You can't have us, You can't have us You can't have our money You can't have our time You can't have our souls You can't have our lives Termites are loose in the house of cards Rise! RISE! All hail the Magic Plague |