In God We Trust Inc.
East Bay Ray-Guitar
Klaus Flouride- Bass and Vocals
Jello Biafra- Vocals
D.H. Peligro-Drums
Virus 5 Alternative Tentacles
1981
Religious Vomit
All religions make me wanna throw up
All religions make me sick
All religions make me wanna throw up
All religions suck
They all claim that they have the truth
That'll set you free
Just give 'em all your money and they'll set you free
Free for a fee
They all claim that they have 'the Answer'
When they don't even know the Question
They're just a bunch of liars
They just want your money
They just want your consciousness
All religions suck
All religions make me wanna throw up
All religions suck
All religions make me wanna BLEAH
They really make me sick
They really make me sick
They really make me sick
They really make me sick
They really make me sick
They really make me ILL
Moral Majority
"We are gathered here tonight, to pay tribute to our Lord, and money unto
me. Oh Lord in heaven, let us pray. You TV viewers, give me your pay and
sing..."
‘M’-’I’-’C’, ‘K’-’E’-’Y’, ‘M’-’O’-’U’-’S’-’E’
You call yourself the Moral Majority
We call ourself the people in the real world
Trying to rub us out, but we're going to survive
God must be dead if you're alive
You say, 'God loves you. Come and buy the Good News'
Then you buy the president and swimming pools
If Jesus don't save 'til we're lining your pockets
God must be dead if you're alive
Circus-tent con-men and Southern belle bunnies
Milk your emotions then they steal your money
It's the new dark ages with the fascists toting bibles
Cheap nostalgia for the Salem Witch Trials
Stodgy ayatollahs in their dobble-knit ties
Burn lots of books so they can feed you their lies
Masturbating with a flag and a bible
God must be dead if you're alive
Blow it out your ass, Jerry Falwell
Blow it out your ass, Jesse Helms
Blow it out your ass, Ronald Reagan
What's wrong with a mind of my own?
You don't want abortions, you want battered children
You want to ban the pill as if that solves the problem
Now you wanna force us to pray in school
God must be dead if you're such a fool
You're planning for a war with or without Iran
Building a police state with the Klu Klux Klan
Pissed at your neighbour? Don't bother to nag
Pick up the phone and turn in a fag
Blow it out your ass, Terry Dolan
Blow it out your ass, Phyllis Schlafly
Ram it up your cunt, Anita
Cos God must be dead
If you're alive
God must be dead
If you're alive
Hyperactive Child
I'm tired of kissin' ass
I can't sit still all day
You know I know your school's a lie
That's why you dragged me here
'You're a hyperactve child
You're disruptive, you're too wild
We're going to calm you down
Now this won't hurt a bit'
Drag me to the floor
Pullin' down my pants
Ram a needle up my butt
Put my brain into a trance
'No more hyperactive child
Got too much of a mind
Wouldn't you rather be happy?
Now this won't hurt a bit'
Cameras in the halls
No windows, just brick walls
Pledge allegiance to a flag
Now you will obey...
Kepone Factory
I finally found a job in a paper
Movin' barrels at a chemical plant
There's shiny-looking dust on my fingers
Goin' up my nose and into my lungs
It's the Kepone poisoning - Minamata
Kepone poisoning - Minamata
At the grimy Kepone Factory
Turning people into bonzai trees
Now I've got these splitting headaches
I can't quite get it up no more
I can't sleep and it's driving me crazy
I shake all day and I'm seeing double
Kepone poisoning - Minamata
Turning people into bonzai trees
Gonna go down your big metal building
Gonna slam right through your bright metal door
Gonna grap you by your sta-prest collar
And ram some kepone down your throat
The lawyer says 'That's the breaks, kid
Gonna gnarl and rot the rest of your life
If you don't sue, we'll give you a Trans-Am...'
That I'll never drive cos I shake all the time
'Cause of the Kepone poisoning
Minamata
At the grimy factory
Dog Bite
Dog bite
On my leg
Not right
Supposed to beg
Daily to the filling station
Underwater navigation
Oh
Oh
Oh...
Nazi Punks Fuck Off
Punk ain't no religious cult
Punk means thinking for yourself
You ain't hardcore cos you spike your hair
When a jock still lives inside your head
Nazi punks
Nazi punks
Nazi punks - Fuck Off!
Nazi punks
Nazi punks
Nazi punks - Fuck Off!
If you've come to fight, get outa here
You ain't no better than the bouncers
We ain't trying to be police
When you ape the cops it ain't anarchy
Nazi punks
Nazi punks
Nazi punks - Fuck Off!
Nazi punks
Nazi punks
Nazi punks - Fuck Off!
Ten guys jump one, what a man
You fight each other, the police state wins
Stab your backs when you trash our halls
Trash a bank if you've got real balls
You still think swastikas look cool
The real nazis run your schools
They're coaches, businessmen and cops
In a real fourth reich you'll be the first to go
Nazi punks
Nazi punks
Nazi punks - Fuck Off!
Nazi punks
Nazi punks
Nazi punks - Fuck Off!
You'll be the first to go
You'll be the first to go
You'll be the first to go
Unless you think...
We’ve Got a Bigger Problem Now
"Last call for alcohol, last call for your freedom of speech... drink up!
Happy hour is now enforced by law...Don’t forget our house special it’s
called the ‘Tricky Dicky Screwdriver’ , it’s got 1 part Jack Daniels, two
parts purple Kool-Aid and Jiggers fromaldehide from H.R. Hitlers brain
that we got from the back store room..."
"Happy trails...to you..."
I am Emperor Ronald Reagan
Born again with fascist cravings
Still, you made me president
Human rights will soon go 'way
I am now our Shah today
Now I command all of you
Now you're gonna pray in school
I'll make sure they're christian too
California Uber alles
California Uber alles
Uber alles California
Uber alles California
Klu Klux Klan will control you
Still you think it's natural
Nigger knockin' for the master race
Still you wear the happy face
You closed your eyes, can't happen here
Alexander Haig is near
Vietnam won't come back you say
Join the army or you will pay
California Uber alles
California Uber alles
Uber alles California
Uber alles California
"Yeah that’s it, just relax, have another drink, a few more pretzels a
little more MSG, turn on those Dallas Cowboys on your TV. Lock your doors,
close your mind, It’s time...for the two-minute warning..."
All religions make me wanna throw up All religions make me sick All religions make me wanna throw up All religions suck They all claim that they have the truth That'll set you free Just give 'em all your money and they'll set you free Free for a fee They all claim that they have 'the Answer' When they don't even know the Question They're just a bunch of liars They just want your money They just want your consciousness All religions suck All religions make me wanna throw up All religions suck All religions make me wanna BLEAH They really make me sick They really make me sick They really make me sick They really make me sick They really make me sick They really make me ILL
