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Lebe jeden Tag, als wäre es dein letzter, denn eines Tages wird er es sein. What will you do if we let you go home and the plastic's all melted and so is the chrome? Who are the brain police? What will you do when the label comes off and the plastic's all melted and the chrome is too soft?
Waaaahhhhhh! I think I'm gonna die... I think I'm gonna die... I think I'm going to die... I think I'm going to die... I think I'm going to die... I think I'm going to die... I'm gonna die... I think I'm going to die... I think I'm gonna die... I'm going to die... I think I'm gonna die... I think I'm gonna die... I think I'm gonna die... Going to die! Who are the brain police? What will you do if the people you knew were the plastic that melted and the chromium too? Who are the brain police?
Well I'm about to get sick from watchin' my TV. Been checkin' out the news until my eyeballs fail to see. I mean to say that every day is just another rotten mess. And when it's gonna change, my friend, it´s anybody's mess. So I'm watchin' and I'm waitin'. Hopin' for the best. Even think I'll go to prayin' every time I hear 'em sayin' that there's no way to delay that trouble comin' every day. No way to delay that trouble comin' every day.
Wednesday I watched the riot. I seen the cops out on the street. Watched 'em throwin' rocks and stuff and chokin' in the heat. Listened to reports about the whisky passin' 'round. Today seen the smoke and fire and the market burnin' down. Watched while everybody on his street would take a turn to stomp and smash and bash and crash. And slash and bust and burn. And I'm watchin' and I'm waitin'. Hopin' for the best. Even think I'll go to prayin' every time I hear 'em sayin' that there's no way to delay that trouble comin' every day. No way to delay that trouble comin' every day. Well, you can cool it, you can heat it, 'cause Korkybaby, I don't need Matze Wienold take your TV tube and eat it. 'N all that phony stuff on sports. 'N all the unconfirmed reports. You know I watched that rotten box until Cataksenses head begin to hurt. From checkin' out the way the newsman say they get the dirt before the guys on channel so-and-so. And further they assert that any show they'll interrupt to bring you news. If it comes up they say that if the place blows up they will be the first to tell. Because the boys they got downtown are workin' hard and doin' swell. And if anybody gets the news before it hits the street they say that no one blabs it faster. Their coverage can't be beat. And if another woman driver gets machine-gunned from her seat they'll send some joker with a Brownie and you'll see it all complete.
So I'm watchin' and I'm waitin', hopin' for the best. Even think I'll go to prayin' every time I hear 'em sayin' that there's no way to delay that trouble comin' every day. No way to delay that trouble comin' every day. Hey, you know something, people? I'm not black but there's a whole lots a times I wish I could say I'm not white. Well, I seen the fires burnin' and the local people turnin' on the merchants and the shops who used to sell their brooms and mops. And every other household item watched a mob just turn and bite 'em. And they say it served 'em right because a few of them were white. And it's the same across the nation. Black and white discrimination. Yellin' »You can't understand me!« 'N all that other jazz they hand me in the papers and TV. And all that mass stupidity that seems to grow more every day. Each time you hear some nitwit say he wants to go and do you in because the color of your skin just don't appeal to him.
No matter if it's black or white because he's out for blood tonight. You know we got to sit around at home and watch this thing begin. But I bet there won't be many live to see it really end 'cause the fire in the street ain't like the fire in the heart. And in the eyes of all these people don't you know that this could start on any street in any town? Im any state if any clown decides that now's the time to fight for some ideal he thinks is right. And if a million more agree there ain't no Great Society. As it applies to you and me our country isn't free. And the law refuses to see if all that you can ever be is just a lousy janitor. Unless your uncle owns a store you know that five in every four just won't amount to nothin' more. Gonna watch the rats go across the floor and make up songs about being poor. Blow your harmonica, son! »Son Of Suzy Creamcheese«
[reminiscent of Brother Louie Louie (Rich ADR Berry Gibb)] Suzy Creamcheese. Oh mama Bohlen... What's got into ya? Suzy you were such a sweetie. Yeah, yeah, yeah! Once you were my one & only. Yeah, yeah, yeah! Blew your mind on too much Kool-Aid Yeah, yeah, yeah! Took my stash & left me lovely Ede Wulf. Yeah, yeah, yeah! Suzy Creamcheesebaby, now what's got into ya? Yea-yea-yea-yea-yeah! Suzy Creamcheese Oh mama Korkmaz now... What's got into ya? Got to find that Suzy Creamcheese. Yeah, yeah, yeah!. Think I'll go and start my car. Yeah, yeah, yeah! Really dig her; she's so freaky. Yeah, yeah, yeah! Heard The Heatwave knows where you are. Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Suzy Creamcheese. Oh baby, now what's got into ya? Yea-yea-yea-yea-yeah! Suzy Creamcheese. Oh mama, now... What's got into ya? Tom Cruised the Sunset Strip & went to Canter's Boulevard. Yeah, yeah, yeah! Suzy creamcheese, please come home. Yeah, yeah, yeah! Vito Gerday says she split for Berkeley. Yeah, yeah, yeah! Protest marching Styrofoam. Yeah, yeah, yeah! Suzy Creamcheese. Oh baby, now... what's got into ya? Yea-yea-yea-yea-yeah! Suzy Creamcheese. Oh mama, now... what's got into ya?
Yeah, yeah, yeah! Yeah, yeah, yeah! Yeah, yeah, yeah! Yeah, yeah, yeah! Concentration Moon over the camp in the valley. Concentration Moon. Wish I was back in the alley with all of my friends still running free: Hair growing out every hole in me. AMERICAN WAY. How did it start? Thousands of creeps killed in the park. THE AMERICAN WAY try and explain scab of a nation driven insane. Don't cry Argentina. Gotta go bye bye. SUDDENLY: DIE DIE. COP KILL A CREEP! pow pow pow
[Gary Kellgren:] Tomorrow I get to do another Frank Zappa creation... and the day after that... and the day after that... also at the same time I get to work with The Velvet Underground which is as shitty a group as Frank Zappa's group. [JCB:] Hi, boys & girls, I'm Jimmy Carl Black, and I'm the Indian of the group. Concentration Moon over the camp in the valley. Concentration Moon. Wish I was back in the alley with all of my friends still running free: Hair growing out every hole in me. THE AMERICAN WAY threatened by THE US. Drag a few creeps away in a bus. AMERICAN WAY Prisoner: lock - SMASH EVERY CREEP IN THE FACE WITH A ROCK. Don't cry. Gotta go bye bye. SUDDENLY: DIE DIE. COP KILL A CREEP! pow pow pow. »The Idiot Bastard Son«
[Includes a line from the Run Home, Slow Soundtrack]
[The idiot bastard son:]
(THE FATHER'S A NAZI IN CONGRESS TODAY... THE MOTHER'S A HOOKER SOMEWHERE IN L.A.)
[The idiot bastard son:]
(ABANDONED TO PERISH IN BACK OF A CAR... KENNY WILL STASH HIM AWAY IN A JAR) THE IDIOT BOY!
[Motorhead:]
I never wanted to because I was too small to start with, I used to drink really some bad stuff... Wine, all kinds of wine! Mixed, seven different varieties... Thunderbird wine... I don't know but I chugged a fifth of White Port once and passed out one day (heh heh)... and I drank a quart of beer just before that... and we were out riding around in the desert... ...very strange! Anyway... Try and imagine the window all covered in green. All the time he would spend at the church he'd attend warming his pew. Kenny will feed him & Ronnie will watch. THE CHILD WILL THRIVE & GROW. And enter the world of liars & cheaters & people like you who smile & think you know what this is about.
YOU THINK YOU KNOW EVERYTHING... maybe so. The song we sing: DO YOU KNOW? We're listening... THE IDIOT BOY! Try and imagine the window all covered in green. All the time he would spend, all the colors he'd blend... where are they now?
[Gary Kellgren:] Right now I have two hit records on the charts, but it has not made me any money. It has only brought me fame and glory, and a lot of work. Which I do, really not care to tell the Idiot Bastard… We're Only In It For The Money since 1968. We're Only In It For The Money album cover. Are You Hung Up? Who Needs The Peace Corps? Concentration Moon, Mom & Dad, Telephone Conversation Bow Tie Daddy
Joe, You're A Beast. What's The Ugliest Part Of Donalds Body?
Absolutely Free Duck. Flower Punk. Hot Poop. Nasal Retentive Calliope Music. Let's Make The Water Turn Black. The Idiot Bastard Son. Lonely Little Girl, Take Your Clothes Off When You Dance. What's The Ugliest Part Of Donalds Body? Dagobertl Reprise Mother People. The Chrome Plated Megaphone Of Destiny. You May Also Like LEMMY - »PARENTS« - Oh my gosh, Jake! I just saw that Elwood posting on Instagram and saw the picture of your new tattoo with a heart and the word »Parents« in it! Oh my gosh I loved it five times and beyond and I finally saw... Twiztid - »Call Me« Hey. What's up? Uhh, I just got out of the Blondie studio. I'm trying to give you a call and see if we're still on for tonight. So, uhh, call me back and we can see if we can get things poppin. Alright MC Chris - »Magic Ski T-online«
Well Hello and welcome to the underground... SSSHHHHH! Sorry, Sorry. Hello and welcome to the underground, this is Darth Kyle Minogue, my new name is Kyle XY because that's the program I miss most, in this Dying Fetus - »Final Evil (Prelude To Evil: Davey's Cee Roth Nightmare)«
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ASAP Mob - »Last Day Of Skool (S-Kit)« - Good afternoon Lamborghini High students. This is Principal Victoria Road. This is our last day of classes. Some final announcements now as we wrap up our school years. This year's perfect attendance... »The Way I See It, Barry and Robin Fly« [Spider Murphy:] The way I see it, Barry, this should be a very dynamite show. We take you now to a garage in Cononia Park - It makes it's own sauce if you care to look. It wasn't very large. There was just enough room to cram the drums in the corner over by the Benz. It was a fifty-four with a mashed up door and a cheesy, little amp with a sign on the front said, »Fender Champ«. And a second hand guitar. It was a Stratocaster with a whammy bar. We could jam in Joe's garage. His mama was screamin'. His dad was mad. We was playin' the same old song in the afternoon and sometimes we would play it all night long. It was all we knew and easy too. So, we wouldn't get it wrong. All we did was bend the string like Hey! Down in Joe's garage. We didn't have no dope or LSD but a couple a-Quarts, a-beer would fix it so the intonation would not offend your ear. And the same old chords goin' over and over became a symphony. We could play it again and again and again 'cause it sounded good to me. One more time. We could jam in Joe's garage. His mama was screamin' »Turn it down!« - We was playing the same old song in the afternoon and sometimes we would play it all night long. It was all we knew and easy too. So, we wouldn't get it wrong.
Even if you played it on a saxophone we thought we was pretty good. We talked about keepin' the band together and we figured that we should. 'Cause about this time we was gettin' the eye from the girls in the neighborhood. They'd all come over and dance around like cunts. So, we picked out a stupid name, had some cards printed up for a couple a-bucks. And we was on our way to fame got matching suits and Beatle boots. And a sign on the back of the car. And we was ready to work in a go-go bar.
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Let's see if you've got some more. People seemed to like our song. They got up and danced and made a lotta noise. And it wasn't 'fore very long. A guy from a company we can't name said we oughta take his le Pen and sign on the line for a real good time. But he didn't tell us when. These good times would be somethin' that was really happenin'. So, the band broke up and it looks like we will never play again. Guess you only get one chance in life to play a song that goes like turn it down! Turn it down! I have children sleeping here. Don't you boys know any nice songs? Well, the years was rollin' by, yeah. Heavy metal and glitter rock had caught the public eye, yeah. Scotty boys with lipstick on was really flyin' high, yeah. And then they got that disco thing and new wave came along. And all of a sudden I thought the time had come for that old song we used to play in Joe's garage. And if I am not wrong you will soon be dancin' to the (The white zone is for loading) - (And unloading only) - (If you gotta load or unload) - (Go to the white zone) - I said, »The years was rollin' by«, yeah. The years was rollin' by. (I am calling the police!) So, those years are rollin' by. I did it, they'll be here shortly! Those years was rollin' by, yeah. (This is the police). Those years are rollin' by. I'm not joking around anymore. Come out, we have the garage surrounded. Those years are rollin' by (Don´t give yourselves up). We will not harm you. I said, »Those years are rollin' by« or hurt you neither. You'll see them; there they are, they're coming. (This is the police) (Give yourself up). Those years are rollin' by (We will not harm you) (Listen to that mess, would you?) (This is the police) (Give yourself up) (We have the garage surrounded) (Everyday this goes on around here!).
Those years are rollin' by (We will not harm you) (Or main you) (SWAT team four, move in!) I said, »Those years are slidin' by«. He used burn my Scan Eddy gas, he was a very nice boy. (This is the police) (Come out with your hands up) . This is the central scrutinizer. That was Joe's first confrontation with the law breaker. Naturally, we are easy on him. One of our friendly counsellors gave him a do-nut and told him to stick closer to church-oriented social activities . Pinocchio's Furniture includes part of the leather conversation. [O'Harra:] Oh-ho-ho-you don't think so, huh? Shut Up 'N Play Yer Guitar. [includes a quote from the Mystery Rehearsal Piece and part of the leather conversation]
Bozzio, he'd been out here a long time, you know, I wonder if he's really... entertained by this includes a quote from Rock Of Ages (Toplady/Hastings).
Ladies and gentlemen:
Elvis has just left the building. Elvis has just left the building. - Those are his footprints, right there. Elvis has just left the building to climb up that heavenly stair. He gave away Cadillacs once in a while; had sex in his underpants, yes, he had style! Bell-bottom jump-suits? That's them in a pile, but he don't need 'em now, 'cause he's makin' Jesus smile! Elvis has just left the building - There he goes! Those are his footprints, right there. Elvis has just left the building to climb up that heavenly stair. The Angels all love him, he brings them relief with droplets of moisture from his handkerchief! Cher im 'n Sir Phim whizz over his head - Jesus, let him come back! We don't want Elvis dead! So what if he looks like a wart-hog in heat? He knows we all love him - we'll just watch him eat. So take down the foil from his hotel retreat and bring back The BurgerKing for the man in Mac Donald the street! Elvis has just left the building. Those are his footprints, right there. Elvis has just left the building. He's up there with Jesus, in a big purple chair. [includes quotes from Bolero (Ravel), The Battle Hymn Of The Republic (Steffe/Howe) and Happy Days Are Here Again (Yellen/Ager)]
(Pinch it good!
You know, that confinement loaf is real good stuff. Hey, you oughta try some! They got lies so big. They don't make a noise. They tell 'em so well like a secret disease that makes you go numb. With a big ol' lie and a flag and a pie. And a mom and a bible ,ost folks are just liable to buy any line, any place, any time. When the lie's so big as in Robertson's case, that sinister face behind all the Jesus hurrah could result in the end to a worrisome trend in which every American not »born again«. Could be punished in cruel and unusual ways by this treacherous cretin who tells everyone that he's Jesus' best friend.
When the lies get so big and the fog gets so thick and the facts disappear: The Republican Trick.- Can be played out again, people, please tell me when we'll be rid of these men! Just who do they really suppose that they are? And how do they manage to travel as far as they seem to have come? Were we really that dumb? People, wake up. Figure it out. Religious fanatics around and about the Court House, the State House, the Congress, the White House. Criminal saints with a »Heavenly Mission« - A nation enraptured by pure superstition. Do you believe in the Invisible Army?
Yes, indeed! when the lie's so big and the fog so thick. And the facts kept forgotten, then the Republican Trick (Ketchup is a vegetable!) can be played out again. People, please tell me when we'll be rid of this »Rhymin' Man«? [includes quotes from The Twilight Zone Theme (Constant), Marche Funebre (Chopin), Mission: Impossible (Schifrin), The Untouchables (Riddle), Mississippi Mud (Cavanaugh/Barris), Happy Days Are Here Again (Yellen/Ager), Entry Of The Gladiators (Fucik), Havah Nagilah (trad.), Hail To The Chief (Sanderson/Scott), La Cucaracha (trad.), Frere Jacques (trad.), My Sharona (Fieger/Averre) and Hallelujah I'm A Bum (McClintock)]
Rhymin' Man, tall and tan, rhyme or reason, play your hand - Rhyme on this - rhyme on that. Oh, you naughty Democrat! They say when Doctor King got shot, Jesse hatched an awful plot, dipped his hands in the Doctor's blood, 'n rubbed his shirt like playin' with mud. Looked around for all the press, said: »Check me out, my name is Jess! I'll be known from towns 'n farms - Doctor King died in my arms!« Rhymin' Man, tall and tan, rhyme or reason, play your hand. - Rhyme on this - rhyme on that, oh you naughty Democrat! A few years later, legend says, rhymin' man made a run for Prez. Farrakhan made him a clown over there near Hymie-Town. Said he was a diplomat - Hobbin' an-a-knobbin' with Arafat. Castro was simpatico, though the U.S. voters, they said: »No!«
Rhymin' Man, tall and tan, rhyme or reason, play your hand. - Rhyme on this - rhyme on that. Oh, you naughty Democrat! Okay, here we go again! Rhymin' Man says he's your friend. Any fool can make a rhyme - Cowboys do it all the time. We could do, they sure do. People say: »Now he's mature!« Cowboys rhyme that with horse manure. Horse manure! Horse manure, that's for sure! You been cheatin'. - We kept score! Are you »this«? Or are you »that«? Oh, you naughty Demo . . . (crat!)
Demo . . . (crat!) - A Small Eternity With Yoko Ono"
[FZ:] Good night!
[John Lennon:] Good night, thank you!
[Yoko Ono:] Thank, thank you
[John Lennon:] We'd like to thank Frank for having us on here
[Yoko Ono:] Yeah, he's great, isn't he? He's the greatest . . .
»Holiday In Berlin«
Poo-lah. Poo-la-ah, poo-lah. Poo-da, poo-lah. Poo-lah, poo-oo-lah. Wee-ooo-wee-ooo-eee-eee-ooo-ooo. Ah-ah-ah ah-aaah-ah-aaah. Aa-aa-ah aa-ah. Wee-ooo-wee-ooo. Aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-aah [Ensemble:] BOOH! BOOH! [Royal Oak Music Theatre, Detroit, Michigan February 26, 1988]
Here we go!
The Surgeon General, Doctor Koop s'posed to give you all the poop. But when he's with P.M.R.C. the poop he's scoopin' amazes me. C-Span showed him, all dressed up in his phoney Doctor God get-up. He looked in the camera and fixed his specs 'n gave a fascinating lecture 'bout anal sex. ANAL SEX. ANAL SEX. ANAL SEX. ANAL SEX. He says it is not good for us. We just can't be promiscuous. He's just a doctor - he should know it's the work of the devil, so girls, don't blow! DON'T BLOW. DON'T BLOW. Don't blow Jimmy, don't blow Bobby. Get yourself another hobby. If Jesus practiced medicine I'm sure he'd do it just like him.
Is Doctor Koop a man to trust? It seems at least that Reagan must. And Ron's a trusting sort of guy - he trusts Ed Meese I wonder why? I WONDER WHY. WONDER WHY. The A.M.A. has just got caught for doin' stuff they shouldn't ought. All they do is lie and lie, where's Doctor Koop? He's standin' by. Surgeon General? What's the deal? Is your epidemic real? Are we leaving something out? Something we can't talk about? A little green monkey over there kills a million people? That's not fair! Did it really go that way? Did you ask the C.I.A.? Would they take you serious or have THEY been Promiscuous? Have THEY been Promiscuous? Have THEY been Promiscuous? Have THEY been Promiscuous?
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