We`ve Got A Bigger Problem Now — текст песни (dead kennedys)

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 a Trickie Dickie Screwdriver.

It`s got one part Jack Daniels, two parts purple Kool-Aid,

and a jigger of formaldehyde

from the jar with Hitler`s brain in it we got in the back storeroom.

Happy trails to you. 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 your Shah today

Now I command all of you

Now you`re going to pray in school

I`ll make sure they`re Christian too



California Uber alles

Uber alles California



Ku 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

Uber alles California



Yeah, that`s it. Just relax.

Have another drink, few more pretzels, 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.



Welcome to 1984

Are you ready for the third world war?!?

You too will meet the secret police

They`ll draft you and they`ll jail your niece



You`ll go quitely to boot camp

They`ll shoot you dead, make you a man

Don`t you worry, it`s for a cause

Feeding global corporations` claws



Die on our brand new poison gas

El Salvador or Afghanistan

Making money for President Reagan

And all the friends of President Reagan



California Uber alles

Uber alles California