Lyrics:
law, undenied
And most of all I dreamed I forgot the day John Kennedy died
I dreamed that I could do the job that others hadn't done
I dreamed that
the reason that the president's dead
You gotta suck, suck, Jackie suck
President's bullet-ridden body in the street
Ride, Johnny ride
Kennedy's shattered
Heard it first from Reagan Youth
Dead Kennedy's and DI too
want to burn the effigies
From DRI to MDC
Guess what nostalgia sucks
But I miss songs
I served with Jack Kennedy
I knew Jack Kennedy
Jack Kennedy was a friend of mine
Senator, you're no Jack Kennedy
dead kennedys jello biafra
enemies
Force inside of me roll
Dead Kennedy roll
Hey man won't kick me down some luck
Hey man do your guesses ever know
Hey man watch your language
We are electric angels
We are the six string queens
We are the new Dead Kennedys
In the land of the brave, home of the freaks
We are the kids
In '43 they put to sea, thirteen men and Kennedy
Aboard the P.T. 109, to fight the brazen enemy
And off the isle of ol' Lusana, in the strait
they started
You know, when it was really hard core back in the old days
Remember?
Flea
I could have sworn this was the Dead Kennedy's
No, no, no, no,
In '43 they put to sea, thirteen men and Kennedy
Aboard the P.T. 109, to fight the brazen enemy
And off the isle of ol' Lusana, in the strait
blast from the past! A blast from the past! A blast from the past!" "Baby, you're the greatest."
"From Sun Recording artist, Elvis Presley"
"I'd
the reason that the president's dead
You gotta suck, suck, Jackie suck
President's bullet-ridden body in the street
Ride, Johnny ride
Kennedy's shattered
In '43 they put to sea, thirteen men and Kennedy
Aboard the P.T. 109, to fight the brazen enemy
And off the isle of ol' Lusana, in the strait
Am I'm sorry your sky went black?
Put your knives in babies' backs
Am I sorry you killed the Kennedy's
And Huxley too?
But I'm sorry
Ganjaman ganjaman ganjaman you should've known better
Thomas Jefferson will raise from the dead for a new revolution
the Kennedys will come back
stand before you in this booth a walking dead man
Blank stare dead pan look at my face as I gaze into space
As I wait to be scooped up in that van
She's got eyes like Zapruder, mouth like heroin
She wants me to be perfect like Kennedy
This isn't God, this isn't God
This isn't God, this
Art is dead
Art is dead
Art is dead
Art is dead
Entertainers like to seem complicated
But we're not complicated
I can explain it pretty
One second please!
Please Mr. Kennedy (Uh oh!)
I don't wanna go (please don't shoot me into outer space)
P-P-Please Mr. Kennedy (Uh oh!)
I
Jerry Kennedy,Gleen Sutton
No . . . not the Roosevelt's, not the Truman's,
not the Eisenhower's no, this is not that kind of show!
Not the Kennedy's, no not the Kennedy
a necessity
All my foes just got infected, so they dead to me
They dead to me
They dead to me
So i'mma post up in this shit like Leon Kennedy
Leon Kennedy
Leon
more than this
There always was and always is
Tend the artist in your charges, you are full invested
Rise up your dead, there's life in the old girl
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