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Dead Kennedys – Halloween

© 1982 Alternative Tentacles Records Tracklist: 01.Halloween 00:00 02.Saturday Night Holocaust 03:35 Lyrics: "Halloween" So it's Halloween And you feel like dancing And you feel like shining And you feel like letting loose What're you gonna be Babe, you better know And you better plan Better plan all day Better plan all week Better plan all month Better plan all year You're dressed up like a clown Putting on your act It's the only time all year You'll ever admit that I can see your eyes I can see your brain Baby, nothing's changed [repeat] You're still hiding in a mask You take your fun seriously No, don't blow this year's chance Tomorrow your mold goes back on After Halloween You go to work today You'll go to work tomorrow Shitfaced tonight You'll brag about it for months Remember what I did Remember what I was Back on Halloween But what's in between Where are your ideas You sit around and dream For next Halloween Why not everyday Are you so afraid What will people say [repeat] After Halloween Because your role is planned for you There's nothing you can do But stop and think it through But what will the boss say to you And what will your girlfriend say to you And the people out on the street they might glare at you And what do you know you're pretty self-conscious too So you run back and stuff yourselves in rigid business costumes Only at night to score is your leather uniform exhumed Why don't you take your social regulations And shove 'em up your ass! "Saturday Night Holocaust" There's a prefab building and a funny smell Around the hills 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&W Taste a little strange? I drive down to the disco Pompadour and pink lammé 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 slit Tape my temple, watch me go Blacks are banned, except on the records Oh, life's a cabaret Like in Berlin, 1930 All I crave is my escape Now I want your perfect Barbie-doll lips And I want your perfect Barbie-doll eyes Run 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 so dance with me The fly-eye lights are throbbing I'm burning up the floor Whirling, twirling Close my eyes, no faces judging me But 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 band 'round his arm Says "Line up, you've got work to do We 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 Now I want your perfect Barbie-doll lips And I want your perfect Barbie-doll eyes Let my fingers down your dress One more time.