Jello Biafra With D.O.A. все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

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

Believe me, if I were dicator
You know what I'd do?!?!?
Come to think of it,
There's a problem there
For aspiring tyrants like me and you...

Ever wonder what it'd really be like
To be your own dicator

Give me an "M"-M!
Give me an "A"-A!
Give me a "U"-U!
Give me an "L"-L!
Give me your money - Sure!
What's that spell? - Mall
What's that spell? - Shopping Mall

In the dirtiest part of the city where the sun
refused to shine people tell me there ain´t no use
in tryin' my love, you´re so young and pretty one
thing I know is true you´re gonna die before your
time is due see my daddy, he lay dying see his
hair all turning grey he's been workin' and
slavin' his life away he's been workin', yeah
everyday, slavin' his life away he's been workin',