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Recorded at Rampart Studios, Houston Texas

Recorded & engineered by Dan Yeaney

Mastered at K Disc, Los Angeles

Mastered by Carol Hibbs

Produced by Spike Cassidy and D.R.I.



Spike Cassidy - Guitar

Kurt Brecht - Vocals

Felix Griffen - Drums

Mikey Offender / Spike Cassidy - Bass



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No, there are no easy answersTo sum up the problems which we faceHistory's a lesson, let us learn by our mistakesJust don't expect to make senseOut of what you seeFor I can tell you now thatKnowing is believingSo if you open your mind you might understandYou're the victim of a bigtime government scamAnd though you may not be inclined to believeThe man behind the desk does get paid to deceiveYou live in your little dream worldYou're much too cool to careI really have to warn youI think it's only fairThey await the final hourAs happy as they are sickLaughing so hystericallyAt all those who they've trickedBut then who an I to tell you who to believe inWhen all the masks they seem so damn deceiving?How can I say to you, "You be Free"That would never bring about mass anarchyNow, would it?From sun-up to sun-downDecisions make my head spin roundMake me drunk, sick and tiredKeep me up 'till I retireAnd while I could be out bar hoppingMeat market, rocker-chick shoppingOut there, chasing my dickIn it's never-ending search for chicksBut, I'd rather be sleepingIn my bed, crashed outA slice of death, wrapped upAll in wool, passed outDrunk, you stupid foolNo more waking hasslesWeary of the daily battlesSo on my bed, I lay curledA "could be" man of the worldBut, I'd rather be sleepingIn my bed, crashed outA slice of death, wrapped upAll in wool, passed outDrunk, you stupid foolBeginning with its conclusionMisdirected by what's rightActual illusionWeakened by its mightThe deserving marital valuePriced for quick exchangeIs worth in the open marketOnly half its weight in changeEnthusiastically disfiguredBy anticipated, sterile wastePoised and promisingGlazed in its loss of faceFrantically mellowBlameless in its intentMore solid than jelloYet, softer than cementUnprofitably productiveNot worth speaking ofMutually destructiveNone of the aboveTeacher moves me from seat to seatAll I do is talkTeacher may I use the bathroom please?Yes, it's an emergencyTeacher makes me take my test firstI'll take your testTrapped inside this hourglassThoughts of CRASSI'll give you the answers you want to hearBut I won't conformUnlike my mindless vacant peersThey're the normFinished, may I use the bathroom please?Yes, still an emergencyCome on, cut me slackPromise I'll be right backJust let me go this one last timeAnd I'll never ask againTeacher, really, reallyVicious circle's got me downDays turn into weeks of hanging outGot to shake these soup kitchen bluesGrowing tired of barley cabbage stewAnd there being nothingNothing new to doDumb and hungry, we make our wayFor free refuelingLike an alarm clock, our minds know the timesWe plan our lives around the linesTwelve p.m. At the soup kitchenTalking politics with the bag menForced into their conversationsPessimistic contemplationsThey tell me of their heart conditionsShare with me their D.T. VisionsDamn me with that bad outlookOr save me with that "good book"Vicious circle's got me downDays turn into weeks of hanging outGot to shake these Haight-Ashbury bluesGrowing tired of the Kezar Stadium cruiseAnd there being nothingNothing new to doJust make the midday pilgrimageWe travel far and wideGoing to the soup kitchenTo swallow some more prideHe's old and cranky and he's got white hairHe yells at us in his underwearHe'll attach you like a crazed bearBut come on in, don't be scaredMad man, he'll kick down the doorMad man, he'll call you a whoreMad man, he'll brand you a slutMad man, he'll kick your butt!You pay the bills, I live in your placeI'll do what you say for my dwelling spaceI'll do your dishes, I'll wash the floorJust please don't kick down our jam room doorMad man, he'll kick down the doorMad man, he'll call you a whoreMad man, he'll brand you a slutMad man, he'll kick your butt!You hit my friends and cut down blacksProves again what your mind lacksYou back the klanI've got toChange my nazi dadChange my nazi dadChange my naziYou think you look good in your new uniformStarched and pressed into the perfect normUntil uncle Sam puts a gun in your handPoints you in the wrong direction and says,"kill that man!"Well, I don't fit into your planYou can't make me kill, manYou can't make me kill a manYou can't make me kill andI won't fight your stupid warBelieve me, I'm not your slaveI won't fight in your war gamesThe C.I.A. Can't make me playThe world's running into problems nowThat doesn't mean we have to fight it outWell, I don't fit into your planYou can't make me kill, manYou can't make me kill a manYou can't make me kill andI won't fight your stupid warI won't fight your stupid warI won't fight when there's nothing to fight forNothing to fight forNothing to fight fuckin forCounter attack! Counter attack!We've his underground long enoughThey've got power, but not enoughTime to start, time to actThey've got our livesThey've got us trappedStab the system in the backFace your fears, face the factsTime to start, time to actTime to show them that we careTime to show that we're not scaredTime to show them how to share their moneyCounter attack! Counter attack!Home from school and here to stayI'll take it easy again todayAin't gonna work, don't need no payCouch SlouchFuck OffMy mom don't like the way I liveShe says I take but I don't giveMy dad can't stand the way I amHe says, "Damn it, just get up man"Couch SlouchYou SuckAwaken now and then to eat and shitDon't go outside 'cause I don't fitSociety's not ready for meCrazy assholes never will beSalvation's around the cornerJust dig into your soulDonations for the holy wordA paycheck for god's goalHis iron-handed, spiritual ruleIs that what you fear most?God is green, a numbered faceA scamming holy ghost!God is broke,The well ran drySo pay up while you canOr you'll end up in hellMoney in the box is likeA halo on your headBut all of Christ's loveStill leaves him with the deadHey, punk, with that bottle in your handWhat makes you so sad?Could life really be that bad?Sure, you've got your reasonsBut your alibis are liesThe story is an old oneIt's been told a million timesYou were glad to be aliveOn life's journeyYou were excitedBut you were not in a hurryFor years, you walked up and down each roadYou had to try them allLooking for your place, I guessWhere you could rest and feel at homeNow, tired of walkingYou've started to runPassing everything byBut at least you're having funGood karma, bad karmaYou'll get what you deserveThere is good and evilYou've got a lot to learnThere is love, there is hateYou can't do as you pleaseWash your face, take a bathYour aura's still filthyIn someone's bathroom, turning blue, puking greenYou're senile, senile at seventeenScars on your brain from drinking beer and smoking weedAnother acid tab, another shot of speedGood karma, bad karmaYou'll get what you deserveThere is good and evilYou've got a lot to learnThere's no lie, only truthIn realityYou hat love, you love to hateYour soul is so diseasedYou are just a fish in a sea of human beingsLost in, caught up in, someone else's dreamAfraid to laugh 'cause you might drownThe true mad, sad clown sinking downInto the darkness where no oneWould dare venture to save youI am an old man living aloneMy loved ones stuck me here in this nursing homeI've lost all usefulnessI want to dieI have them all the best years of my lifeThen Maggie passed away, now I've got no wifeSo kill me, young man, or hand me your knifeI want to dieMy beautiful daughter says I get in the wayI depress her because I'm old and greyShe can't stand to see the wrinkles in my skinBy golly, girl, you're my only kinI want to dieLike an old horse put out to pastureToo old to be of any more use to it's masterBut when I lie in bed and I reminisceI begin to think maybe this is bestI'm out of the way, not in anyone's hairAnd though I'm costing them money, I don't careI want to dieYour numbers up you have to goThe system say's "I told you so"Stocked in a train like a truckload of cattleSent off to slaughter in a useless battleThousands of us sent off to dieNever really knowing whyFuck the system they can have meI don't need societyI don't need societyBefore you know it you're in he corpGrab your gear boy you're off to warStocked in a train like a truckload of cattleSent off to slaughter in a useless battleThousands of us sent off to dieNever really knowing whyFuck the system they can have meI don't need societyI don't need societyYou were an apple pie clone living at homeNever straying to far from your phoneNow son make it through enemy linesYou must hurry there's not much timeMade it sir. They're gonna drop the bombNo time to evacuate, they'll call our momsFuck the system, they can't have meI don't need societyI don't need societyThey block out the landscape with giant signsCovered with pretty girls and catchy linesPut up fences and cement the groundTo dull my senses, keep the flowers downI want 'em backSpend my money on a race to spaceWasting my money, slapping my faceThey've taken a peek over future's fenceTaken a peek at my expenseThey've wasted human livesAnd they've fucked up mineI want it backI'm not into the material scenePolyester, polyethyleneAt least give me a chance to say what I wantThe more you waste, the more you wantI want 'em backI want 'em backI want 'em backGive 'em back!Day after day I comb my brainSearching for words which sound the sameChoosing these words and making them fitHoping, somehow, they'll all make senseIf they don't, don't blame meI'm exploring my identityI set the stage for the anonymous playComposing good and evil in an offhand sort of waySo, if you should turn on meIt's because you don't understandAnd won't until you assemble the fragmented pictureOf a shattered manI'm searchingAnd my own mindIs my latest, greatestMost fabulous findI had to explore everythingAll the drugs and drinkCut my dick off with a butterknife in the sinkLived in jail for a thousand or more yearsGot lost for fifteen million more at searsNever know what I might do nextDestroy myselfDiscover deathReaganomics killing meReaganomics killing meReaganomics killing meReaganomics killing youThere's only one way to actWhen you're dealing with foolsYou stab them in the backAnd break all their rulesThere's only one way to beWhen you're making it with sheYou've got to play a roleAnd you've got to make it seem like loveNo blacks, no whites, no Ku Klux KlanOrientals, MexicansNo guns, no bombs, national frontNo greed, no hate, no governmentNo smog, no filth, no factoriesNo more cities to keep cleanNo locks, no gates, no propertyNo states and no boundariesNo trends, no fads, no macho manStupid, idiot, cock-rock bandsNo cops, no crimes, no jealousyNo laws, creeds, no one to pleaseI'm ashamed to be a human beingI'm ashamed to be a human beingCause we've got the brains to stop all warBut we're rotten to the coreArgument then warEven the scoreRetaliate, revengeThe will to winMan can't be wrongMan can never get alongMan wants to fightMan wants to be rightMan wants to killMan willArgument then warEven the scoreRetaliate, revengeThe will to winMan can't be wrongMan can never get alongMan lives in the pastCivilized trashMan hates himselfPoisons himselfHe is his own diseaseCommitting slow suicideHorrible plans of hate they're tendingThe evil minds with plans predictingBitter vibes of hate they're sendingBroken heart and mind is mendingDeflective action onslaught endingCrazy plans of fame descendingAnd conspiracy is all I fearEvery day I get more pissedSlit my wrist, slit my wristI hate to care, I hate relationsA pile stacked high of complicationsEvery day I get more pissedSlit my wrist, slit my wristI hate the thought that I must giveAll my time just to liveEvery day I get more pissedSlit my wrist, slit my wristI hate the thought of government aidAcross my wrist, a razor bladeEvery day I get more pissedSlit my wrist, slit my wristDriving down the freewayAs if I was on downersFollowed off the exit rampBy a scene from close encountersOut of the vanWalk a straight lineLost count of the beersSomewhere around nineDrunk and driving, boyYou really fucked upNow you're in the squad carHands in back, cuffedSeven hundred dollarsOr eight months, sonChecked my pockets, butI knew I had noneThey took away my licenseThey said I can't driveSaid that I should thank themI'm "lucky to be alive"Locked in a cellFor weeks at a timeMy friends got me outMy bail was my fineNow I'm on the outsideMe and all my friendsDrunk and driving recklessJust waiting to get caught againI look at you, then look at meThere is no difference I can seeI was getting out, without a doubtThis was my last patrol, wished I could shoutBut then the reds were thereWe were taking our shareFifteen to thirty, but fair is fairI was fighting wild, shooting blindNothing I could do, nowhere I could goSomeone yelled, "keep your head down low"I heard men crying, knew they were dyingAnd for the first time, I realizedMy sergeant lied!On my way home in a body bagA one-way ticket, but I couldn't bragI was seeing green, seeing redWith an aching, throbbing, emptiness in my headTrying to breathe, I fought for airI was alive, but nobody caredWe left the planetThen we had landedSoon picked up by an army truckSomeone gave me a shovel and told me to digI said, "fuck off and die, capitalist pig!"I'm building a spaceship in my backyardUsing pieces of our family carI'm building this spaceship out of this carSo I can fly off and live among the starsI'm gonna bail out before it's too lateGet the fuck out, I'll dwell in spaceI'll travel around at the speed of lightEnveloped by the darkness of eternal nightDiscover the universe while you all dieI've got a future, so I say goodbyeI want to see what's never been seenI want to do what's never been doneSo I'm building a spaceship black, sleek and fastI'll fly out of here, ride out on the blastSplit this pit before it blowsI'll watch it from the back seatOne last sick show