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Full Metal Jackoff - Jello Biafra & DOA

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Published on Mar 7, 2011

Around our nation's capital
There's a freeway 8 lanes wide
White concrete ringed around the city
For those who want inside
Get on get off
Ignore everything to the sides
In your midst I drive
While homeboys in the back of the van make drugs

Wanna hide something like a crack lab?
Just put it in plain sight
Only stop to refuel and unload
More poison to tear more lives apart
Whole neighbourhoods are going psycho
Gang wars like never before
Better lock your doors, buy some guns
And pray for martial law

On the Washington D.C. Beltway
Around and around I go
In the black van with no windows
And a chimney puffing smoke
Bloody headlines in the news each day
Drug "crisis" everywhere
So much comes in so easy
It's as though someone wants it there

It would be a little obvious
To fence off all the slums
Hand out machine guns
To the poor in the projects
And watch 'em kill each other off
A more subtle genocide is when
The only hope for the young
Is to join the Army or slowly die
Wall Street or Crack Dealer Avenue
The last roads left to the American Dream

Wall Street or Crack Dealer Avenue
Wall Street or Crack Dealer Avenue
Only one road leads to this neighborhood
Little kids wanna sell drugs when they grow up

The folks just might get just a little upset
If they knew where that dope comes from
From Columbia to the Contras
To our Air Force bases, where we trade it for guns
The moral equivalent of a serial killer
And his CIA friends
Call the shots from the White House
But now that we own the media too
Those stories just aren't run

On the Washington D.C. Beltway around and around I go
In a black van with no windows and a chimney puffing smoke
Same gang that ran smack in Vietnam
Ain't got no reason to fear
Just get a Vice President so dumb
The crook at the top never gets impeached

That sure was easy wasn't it?
That sure was easy wasn't it?
More crack - more panic - more cops - more jails

You see emergency - total war
You see emergency - total war
You see a black face - you see a crackhead
You see a black face - you see a crackhead
You see a black face - you see Willie Horton with a knife
You see Willie Horton with a knife
You see one Willie Horton you've seen them all
They're everywhere, I know

You asked for it, you've got it
Drug suspects have no rights at all
Property seized and sold before trial
Labour camps-on American soil
Neo-Nazi bootboys
That the cops never seem to arrest
Prowl neighbourhoods with baseball bats
Why do they get so much press?

Mein Kampf - the mini series
Oliver North -"patriotic" hero
The leader of tomorrow is yours today
Finally gotcha psyched for a police state

On the Washington D.C. Beltway
Around and around I go
In a black van with no windows
And a chimney puffing smoke
My van's a mobile oven now
That burns the bodies you never see
Just like in Chile or Guatemala
People just seem to disappear

Just like Rome
We fell asleep when we got spoiled
Ignore human rights in the rest of the world
You might just lose your own
As the noose of narco-militarism
Tightens around our necks
We're worried about burning flags
And pee in jars at work
To keep our jobs
But if someone came for you one night
And dragged you away
Do you really think your neighbours
Would even care?

Embrace the Red White and Blue Reich

Ollie for president - he'll get things done!

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  • Artist

    • D.O.A.
  • Album

    • Last Scream Of The Missing Neighbors
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    • The Orchard Music (on behalf of Alternative Tentacles), and 5 Music Rights Societies

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