Song | Saturday Night Holocaust |
Artist | Dead Kennedys |
Album | Give Me Convenience or Give Me Death |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Biafra, Dead Kennedys | |
There's a prefab building and a funny smell | |
Around the hill, outside of town | |
Every now and then we wonder | |
But we shrug our shoulders | |
And get back to work | |
There's a railroad there and trains go by | |
And there's people locked in cattle cars | |
And have you noticed | |
The French fries at the | |
A and W?Taste a little strange? | |
Go, I drive down to the disco | |
Pompadour and pink lamme | |
I bow and blow the doorman | |
He parts the chain says, "Join the game" | |
A quick line in the girls room | |
To the bar for the electrodes | |
A coin into the right slits | |
Tape my temple watch me go | |
Blacks are banned, kept on the records | |
Oh life's a cabaret | |
Like Berlin, 1930 | |
All I crave is my escape | |
Now I want your perfect | |
Barbie doll lips | |
And I want your perfect | |
Barbie doll eyes | |
Slip my fingers down your | |
Barbie doll dress | |
Up and down your spandex ass | |
If I lit a match for you | |
You'd melt before my eyes | |
Come here my pretty glow worm | |
You look so fine to dance with me | |
The fly eye lights are throbbin' | |
I'm burnin' up the floor | |
Whirlin', twirlin', close my eyes | |
No faces judgin' me | |
Now I want your perfect | |
Barbie doll lips | |
And I want your perfect | |
Barbie doll eyes | |
Slip my fingers down your | |
Barbie doll dress | |
Up and down your spandex ass | |
A Hitler youth in jogging suit | |
Smiling face banded 'round his arm | |
Says, "Line up, you've got work to doWe need dog food for the poor" | |
A scream bleats out, we're herded into lines | |
Customized vans wait outside | |
I'm getting scared of my new home | |
To Auschwitz condominiums we go | |
Oh, noNow | |
I want your perfect | |
Barbie doll lips | |
And I want your perfect | |
Barbie doll eyes | |
Let my fingers down your dress | |
One more time |
zuo ci : Biafra, Dead Kennedys | |
There' s a prefab building and a funny smell | |
Around the hill, outside of town | |
Every now and then we wonder | |
But we shrug our shoulders | |
And get back to work | |
There' s a railroad there and trains go by | |
And there' s people locked in cattle cars | |
And have you noticed | |
The French fries at the | |
A and W? Taste a little strange? | |
Go, I drive down to the disco | |
Pompadour and pink lamme | |
I bow and blow the doorman | |
He parts the chain says, " Join the game" | |
A quick line in the girls room | |
To the bar for the electrodes | |
A coin into the right slits | |
Tape my temple watch me go | |
Blacks are banned, kept on the records | |
Oh life' s a cabaret | |
Like Berlin, 1930 | |
All I crave is my escape | |
Now I want your perfect | |
Barbie doll lips | |
And I want your perfect | |
Barbie doll eyes | |
Slip my fingers down your | |
Barbie doll dress | |
Up and down your spandex ass | |
If I lit a match for you | |
You' d melt before my eyes | |
Come here my pretty glow worm | |
You look so fine to dance with me | |
The fly eye lights are throbbin' | |
I' m burnin' up the floor | |
Whirlin', twirlin', close my eyes | |
No faces judgin' me | |
Now I want your perfect | |
Barbie doll lips | |
And I want your perfect | |
Barbie doll eyes | |
Slip my fingers down your | |
Barbie doll dress | |
Up and down your spandex ass | |
A Hitler youth in jogging suit | |
Smiling face banded ' round his arm | |
Says, " Line up, you' ve got work to doWe need dog food for the poor" | |
A scream bleats out, we' re herded into lines | |
Customized vans wait outside | |
I' m getting scared of my new home | |
To Auschwitz condominiums we go | |
Oh, noNow | |
I want your perfect | |
Barbie doll lips | |
And I want your perfect | |
Barbie doll eyes | |
Let my fingers down your dress | |
One more time |
zuò cí : Biafra, Dead Kennedys | |
There' s a prefab building and a funny smell | |
Around the hill, outside of town | |
Every now and then we wonder | |
But we shrug our shoulders | |
And get back to work | |
There' s a railroad there and trains go by | |
And there' s people locked in cattle cars | |
And have you noticed | |
The French fries at the | |
A and W? Taste a little strange? | |
Go, I drive down to the disco | |
Pompadour and pink lamme | |
I bow and blow the doorman | |
He parts the chain says, " Join the game" | |
A quick line in the girls room | |
To the bar for the electrodes | |
A coin into the right slits | |
Tape my temple watch me go | |
Blacks are banned, kept on the records | |
Oh life' s a cabaret | |
Like Berlin, 1930 | |
All I crave is my escape | |
Now I want your perfect | |
Barbie doll lips | |
And I want your perfect | |
Barbie doll eyes | |
Slip my fingers down your | |
Barbie doll dress | |
Up and down your spandex ass | |
If I lit a match for you | |
You' d melt before my eyes | |
Come here my pretty glow worm | |
You look so fine to dance with me | |
The fly eye lights are throbbin' | |
I' m burnin' up the floor | |
Whirlin', twirlin', close my eyes | |
No faces judgin' me | |
Now I want your perfect | |
Barbie doll lips | |
And I want your perfect | |
Barbie doll eyes | |
Slip my fingers down your | |
Barbie doll dress | |
Up and down your spandex ass | |
A Hitler youth in jogging suit | |
Smiling face banded ' round his arm | |
Says, " Line up, you' ve got work to doWe need dog food for the poor" | |
A scream bleats out, we' re herded into lines | |
Customized vans wait outside | |
I' m getting scared of my new home | |
To Auschwitz condominiums we go | |
Oh, noNow | |
I want your perfect | |
Barbie doll lips | |
And I want your perfect | |
Barbie doll eyes | |
Let my fingers down your dress | |
One more time |