Land Speed Record (1981)
	All Tensed Up (V: All) ------------- Got these little pills To curb your appetite Take a couple of these You'll be up all night I can scream, I can jump, I can shout I can tear the whole place down When I take a couple of these I don't want you around All tensed up, did too many pills Wanna get near you but I can't stand still Baby, I love you, but I'm too loaded To love you properly Don't Try To Call (V: Bob) ----------------- Can't explain the way I feel It's all so clear, it's all so real Some kind of game, they're all the same Don't need it 'cause I'm always to blame You're freaking out all the time You've lost touch with reality again And what you do when you're alone Don't try to call me, just leave me alone Don't try to call, don't try at all Forget my number, forget my name Don't try to call, don't try at all I'm never home when you're all alone Well, now you say that you're OK I don't buy it when I see you around You fight and suss, what's the fuss I just told you, forget about us I'm Not Interested (V: Grant) ------------------ Every time I see that girl My lips begin to curl She's livin', she's livin' in another world She's just too damn surreal And I'm not interested In what she's got to say I'm not interested It's all lies anyways You lead your life so pure You really do not know for sure Which way you're really going And that's what bothers me Guns At My School (V: Bob) ----------------- We've got guns at my school You've got guns at your school Guns and knives/taking lives Fuck you! Every time it's a different story When they come to our territory Is it fun or race relations? Guns at my school Think that's cool? You like violence? Think it makes sense? (Fuck, no). Push The Button (V: Grant) --------------- Hear the sirens in the afternoon Enemy missile gonna hit us soon Casualties will be gigantic Run down the street and panic Push the button baby Freak out, overreact Push the button baby Attack Attack Attack Attack Living underground is no fun Can't talk to anyone Ain't got no outside influence Staying alive by civil defense Turn your TV to a defense station They'll provide emergency information Hide in a cave if you know what's best Announcer says, "No, this is not a test" Gilligan's Island (V: Grant) ----------------- Gilligan's Island Is where I wanna be I wanna fuck Ginger Underneath a big palm tree I wanna make the professor Make some good drugs for me Oh Gilligan's Island Is where I wanna be MTC (V: Greg) --- Gotta gotta go now Gotta keep a date Be at the corner Mistake to be late Half block away now Bus is at the light Driver's grinning madly It's a run for your life MTC, MTC You did it again, you did it to me Getting on the bus now Throw away your change Don't forget your transfer Driver's acting strange Bus is really crowded Can't find a seat Going real fast Gonna crash in the street Picking up the pieces In a fight that never ends Getting away this time I know we'll meet again Don't Have A Life (V: Greg) ----------------- Don't have a life That I wanna live with you There's a thousand things That I'd rather do It's my life, told you There's none for you Just let me be You jam my groove Don't have a life That I wanna live with you Every time I see you You're always down and blue You hide in yourself But that's nothing new Sorry but I don't Have room for you Don't have a life That I wanna live with you It's wild now, With you it'd be a zoo It's my life, told you There's none for you Just let me be You jam my groove Don't have a life That I wanna live with you This is getting strange What're you trying to do? Told you there's none for you Just let me be You only jam my groove Don't have a life (4x) Leave me be please (4x) Bricklayer (V: Bob) ---------- Brick on your head From the top of the ceiling Urban sniper, urban killer Won't be finished Until you're dead Urban sniper, urban killer Brick out the window, top of the head Brick on the head 'Cause you're a fuckhead Brick at the window, top of my head Tired Of Doing Things (V: All) --------------------- I'm tired of doing things your way (12x) You're Naive (V: Bob) ------------ Here we go with politics It's so fucked, it makes me sick He's a socialist, you're just thick Tell me you're an anarchist What's that swastika in your fist You're naive, you're naive You don't know who to believe Strange Week (V: Grant) ------------ Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday Friday, Saturday, Sunday, aagh... Seven days (7x) Do The Bee (V: Grant) ---------- If you're tired of all those other dances If you're tired of all those other moves You should do this dance that's really wayout You should do this dance that really grooves Buzz like a drone To that guitar tone Be the cool chick on the scene When you fly around like a queen Do the bee (16x) Jump around like you're having a real good time Jump around, then go and pollinate Do the bee when you are at a party Being a social insect is so great It's even money You'll impress your honey Build up a sweat And look at the attention you get Big Sky (V: Bob) ------- Big sky, what a place Big town, big deal Big sky, blacks and whites Shove that tape deck up your ass Big sky, big town Big wheel, big deal Ultracore (V: Bob) --------- Fight for your country Fight for your life Days are numbered Soon dismembered Ultracore, ultracore We don't wanna die in your fucking war Ultracore, ultracore It's either them or us to fight Bite on a live wire Chew on a live wire Days are numbered Soon dismembered Let's Go Die (V: Greg) ------------ Don't run away (3x) Why should I stay And give my life away You've picked my number First thing I've ever won But that's just my luck Now you got me Now I'm stuck Stuck in a rut with A knife in my gut You've cut the odds My chances have dwindled Nobody wants me now Gotta get out Gotta get away Escape to die Some other day Now I'm getting really confused I wish I were you Then I'd sit around and decide Just who wins And just who dies Data Control (V: Grant) ------------ A nine digit number For every living soul That is all they talk about At Data Control They know everything about you Keeping secrets is too hard Your life is all recorded for you In holes punched in computer cards Data Control (digital readout) Data Control (perforated feedout) Data Control (microfilm files) Data Control (1984 style) A multinational corporation A stockholder's dream A nightmare of diversity A defense system so supreme Too technical to talk about Too complex for layman's brains It's enough to make you paranoid Or drive you crazy losers sane