Album by Dead Kennedys
Number of Lyrics in Album : 8
By Dead Kennedys, Bah Hold it it's too slow Bah Meow Dog bite On my leg Not right Supposed to
By Dead Kennedys, I'm tired of kissin' ass I can't sit still all day You
By Dead Kennedys, I finally found a job in a paper Movin' barrels at
By Dead Kennedys, You call yourself the Moral Majority We call ourselves the people
By Dead Kennedys, Punk ain't no religious cult Punk means thinking for yourself You ain't
By Dead Kennedys, God damn, well let's do a tune called Rawhide, okay God
By Dead Kennedys, All religions make me wanna throw up All religions make me
By Dead Kennedys, Last call for alcohol. Last call for your freedom of