Chapter 1  The Old Testament

  Fresh Fruit for Rotting Vegetables

  East Bay Ray- Guitar

  Klaus Flouride-Bass and Vocals

  Ted- Drums

  Jello Biafra- Vocals



  Virus 1 Alternative Tentacles

  1980

  








Kill the Poor




Efficiency and progress is ours once more

Now that we have the Neutron bomb

It's nice and quick and clean and gets things done

Away with excess enemy

But no less value to property

No sense in war but perfect sense at home...

The sun beams down on a brand new day

No more welfare tax to pay

Unsightly slums gone up in flashing light

Jobless millions whisked away

At last we have more room to play

All systems go to kill the poor tonite

Gonna

Kill kill kill

Kill the poor

Kill the poor ... Tonite

Behold the sparkle of champagne

The crime rate's gone

Feel free again

O' life's a dream with you, Miss Lily White

Jane Fonda on the screen today

Convinced the liberals it's okay

So let's get dressed and dance away the night

While they

Kill the poor

Kill the poor ... Tonite





  












When ya Get Drafted




Are you believing the morning papers?

War is coming back in style

There's generals here, advisors there,

And Russians nibbling everywhere

The chessboard's filling up with red

We make more profits when we blow off their heads

Economy is looking bad

Let's start another war     when ya get drafted

Fan the fires of racist hatred

We want total war 

 when ya get drafted

Drooling fingers

Panic buttons

Playing with missiles like they're toys

There's easy money, easy jobs

Especially when you build the bombs

That blow big cities off the map

Just guess who profits when we build 'em back up

Yeah, what Big Business wants Big Business gets

It wants a War                    (when ya get drafted)

Tri-lateral Commission goonies laugh and scheme for more      (when ya get drafted)

Call the Army! Call the Navy! Stocked with kids from slums (when ya get drafted)

If you can't afford a slick attorney

We might make you a spy

Forget your demonstrations

Kids today sit on their ass

Just a six-pack

And you're happy

We're prepared

For when ya get drafted

when ya get drafted



  












Let's Lynch the Landlord




The Landlord's here to visit

They're blasting disco down below

Sez, I'm doubling the rent

Cos the building's condemned

You're gonna help me buy City Hall

But we can, you know we can

But we can, you know we can

Let's lynch the landlord man

I tell them 'turn on the water'

I tell 'em 'turn on the heat'

Tells me 'All you ever do is complain'

Then they search the place when I'm not here

But we can, you know we can

Let's lynch the landlord

Let's lynch the landlord

Let's lynch the landlord man

There's rats chewin' up the kitchen

Roaches up to my knees

Turn the oven on, it smells like Dachau, yeah

Til the rain pours thru the ceiling

But we can, you know we can

Let's lynch the landlord man



  












Drug me



I don't want to think

Don't make me care

I wanna melt in with the group

I need the balls

To leap out of my shell

And let go with my friends

Can't come up with anything I want to do

I need a project I can finish

My brain needs some stimulation

Drug me Drug me Drug me Drug me Drug me

I'm so fucking tired

I gotta stay awake

get to work

I gotta make it thru the day

And make my time go by

TV and the stereo and girls are lots of fun

I want the max

I relate better loaded

'Gotta see that movie stoned'

Drug me Drug me Drug me

Drug me with natural vitamin C

Drug me with pharmaceutical speed

Drug me with your sleeping pills

Drug me with your crossword puzzles

Drug me with your magazines

Drug me with your fuck machines

With a fountain of fads

More rock and roll ads

Drug me drug me drug me me me

Finally off of work

Unwind and watch the ball game at the bar

Another potato chip weekend

Is here at last

Go away Go away Go away Go away Go away

Leave me alone

So I can't see myself

Drug me Drug me Drug me
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Down at the arsenal they keep the nerve gasses

Guarded day and night by caged white rabbits

Been sitting there for years

I'm gonna have at it

I cut through the fence, run right in, and grab it

Go crazy crazy crazy crazy ...

Now I got my own mustard gas in my pocket

Climb on a tree on a branch, on a rabbit

On a country club full of Saturday golfers

So I can watch them die chokin' shakin'in convulsions

Go crazy crazy crazy crazy

Crazy crazy crazy crazy ...

Chemical Warfare Chemical Warfare

Chemical Warfare Chemical Warfare

Panic in the air

See the headless chickens runnin'

Golf carts head on crashin'

Crackin'heads wide open

Scratch the grass, mister, you can't breath

And roll and writhe in a sandtrap

Starting to heave

Claw those clubs, lemme see you seethe

Crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy

Chemical Warfare

Warfare Warfare

Yellow air

Yellow clouds

Blowin' down down down the fairway

Sensitive to the touch

Mowin' down the putting green

Heading straight for the big clubhouse

Where the stuffed country club ladies, so carefree

Relax, pose by the pool

Limber limp with a dry martini

Until....
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

  Words by Biafra and John Greenway * Music by Biafra
 
 

I am Governor Jerry Brown

My aura smiles

And never frowns

Soon I will be president ...

Carter power will soon go away

I will be Fuhrer one day

I will command all of you

Your kids will meditate in school

California Uber Alles

Uber Alles California

Zen fascists will control you

100% natural

You will jog for the master race

And always wear the happy face

Close your eyes, can't happen here

Big Bro' on white horse is near

The hippies won't come back you say

Mellow out or you will pay

California Uber Alles

Uber Alles California

Now it is 1984

Knock knock at your front door

It's the suede/denim secret police

They have come for your uncool neice

Come quietly to the camp

You'd look nice as a drawstring lamp

Don't you worry, it's only a shower

For your clothes here's a pretty flower...

DIE on organic poison gas

Serpent's egg's already hatched

You will croak, you little clown

When you mess with President Brown

California Uber Alles

Uber Alles California
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

"God told me to skin you alive"
 
 

I kill children

I love to see them die

I kill children

And make their mamas cry

Crush 'em under my car

I wanna hear them scream

Feed 'em poison candy

To spoil their Halloween

So your're in the kids' ward

You're in there cos you're ill

How about some Pavulon

So I can see you chill
 

Time to hit the scool bus

I think I'll shoot the tires

Offer them a helping hand

Of open telephone wires

Ever wanted to die?

Of course you have

But I won't till I get my revenge

I don't wanna see people any more

Things I never ever saw before

Make me see them for the shit they are

Take as many as I can away with me

Anyone can be king for a day

So I kill children

I love to see them die

I kill children

And make their mamas cry

I bang their heads in doors

I kill children

Can hardly wait for yours.....
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

We ain't going to the party

We ain't going to the game

We ain't going to the disco

Ain't gonna cruise down main

We're stealing people's mail

      stealing people's mail

      stealing people's mail

On a friday night

Drivin' in the mountains

Winding round and round

Rummage through your mailboxes

Take your mail back to town

And we got license plates, wedding gifts, tax returns

Checks to politicians from real estate firms,

Money, bills and cancelled checks,

Pretty funny pictures of your kids

We're stealing people's mail

On a Friday night

We're stealing people's mail

By the pale moonlight

We got grocery sackful after grocery sackful

Grocery sackful after grocery sackful

Grocery sackful after grocery sackful

Of the private lives of you

Ha Ha

People say we're crazy

We're sick and all alone

But when we read your letters

We're rolling on the floor

We got more license plates, wedding gifts, tax returns

Checks to politicians from real estate firms,

Money, bills and cancelled checks

We cut relationships with your friends

We're gonna steal your mail

On a Friday night

We're gonna steal your mail

By the pale moonlight

We better not get caught

We’ll get dumped in institutions

Where we'll be drugged and shocked

'Til we come out born-again christians....
 
 
 

Sunny Sunday at the amusement park

See the fat kids spill their pop

Oh babe - lots of flags and ballons

But someone sabotaged the roller coaster last night

Ran a turn and then it smashed right down

Thru the crowded haunted house below

Oh No

Human hamburger No

And it's Crushed little Kids

         Crushed little Kids

         Crushed little Kids

         Adorn the boardwalk

See the tourists drop their jaws and cones

See the owners smell a big lawsuit

Oh Police! (call your lawyer first)

Make the witnesses go home

And they'll turn on the TV

And see the crushed little kids

Adorn the boardwalk....
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

  Words: Jello Biafra * Music: Biafra/Ray/Flouride/Slesinger
 
 

So you’ve been to school

For a year or two

And you know you've seen it all

In daddy's car

Thinkin' you'll go far

Back east your type don't crawl

Play ethnicky jazz

To parade your snazz

On your five grand stereo

Braggin that you know

How the niggers feel cold

And the slums got so much soul

It's time to taste what you most fear

Right Guard will not help you here

Brace yourself, my dear...

It's a holiday in Cambodia

It's tough, kid, but it's life

It's a holiday in Cambodia

Don't forget to pack a wife

You're a star-belly sneech

You suck like a leech

You want everyone to act like you

Kiss ass while you bitch

So you can get rich

But your boss gets richer off you

Well you'll work harder

With a gun in your back

For a bowl of rice a day

Slave for soldiers

Till you starve

Then your head is skewered on a stake

Now you can go where people are one

Now you can go where they get things done

What you need, my son......

Is a holiday in Cambodia

Where people dress in black

A holiday in Cambodia

Where you'll kiss ass or crack

Pol Pot Pol Pot Pol Pot Pol Pot etc....

Where you'll do what you're told

A holiday in Cambodia

Where the slums got so much soul
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Bright light, city gonna set my soul, gonna set my soul on fire.

Gotta whole lotta money and it’s ready to burn so get those stakes up high.

There’s a thousand pretty women waiting out there, they’re all waiting  with heavenly care and I’m just the devil

who’d love to spare so...

Viva Las Vegas

Viva Las Vegas

Viva Las Vegas

How I wish that there were more than the 24 hours in a day, Even if I ran out of speed I would never sleep a

minute of it away. Oh the Black Jack table and the roulette wheel a portion of money lost on every deal all you need

is sonar and nerves of steel so...

Viva Las Vegas

Viva Las Vegas

Viva Las Vegas

Viva Las Vegas where the neon signs are flashin and the one arm bandits crashin, alll hope’s down the drain. Viva Las