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Dead Milkmen - Big Deal - lyrics

Life sucks, then you die
And your soul gets sucked into the sky
Birds sing, I wonder why
You eat a bowl of cereal and sigh
You're late for your class
You're walkin' the halls without a pass
Big deal (x2)
Time flies, time crawls
You're a prisoner trapped between its claws
Life sucks, sometimes
You gotta learn to live between the lines
Your feet are on the ground
But the world keeps spinning you around
Big deal (x3)
Don't be worried, don't be down
I'll be your stupid happy clown
Keep your chin up in the air
Shake your body like you just don't care
Birds sing, babies cry
Life sucks and then you die
Big deal (x3)

Dead Milkmen - Anderson, Walkman, Buttholes And How! - lyrics

We've got to get together
And we've got to save the snails
Let's board the purple spaceships
Before they set sail
I want a Yes reunion
And you know I want one now
No more Anderson, Walkman, Buttholes and How!
Listening to the opera
And smoking angels' dust
You can't get more *****ing
Progressive than us...
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GO SUNS GO SUNS GO SUNS GO SUNS GO SUNS GO SUNS GO SUNS GO SUNS GO SUNS
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Eric Wincentsen "Greetings from the Humungous-
267@ef.gc.maricopa.edu The Lord Humungous!"
Glendale Community College, -The Road Warrior
Glendale, Arizona
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ALL THE WAY IN '93

Dead Milkmen - Bad Party - lyrics

I mean the Captain and Tennille were musical innovators. I mean really...
We're going to a bad party
It's the worst party that's ever been
We're going to a bad party
And I hope those jerks will let us in
Shut your mouth, get in the car
Cause Ricky Casso wants to drive
We're going to a bad party
It's the kind where everyone's dull
We're going to a bad party
Gonna scare the bejesus out of them all
When we get there we'll say we love Satan
Ricky always thinks that's funny
We're going to a bad party
It's the worst party that's ever been
God I really hate these jokers
Think they're smart, they think they're witty
Someone oughtta pass a law
Or at least form a committee
I'm gonna shoot the stereo
If they don't start playing my kind of music
We're going to a bad party
And I can hardly wait
We're going to a bad party
I need a place to defecate
Maybe we'll take the host hostage
Ooh what a clever play on words
We're going to a bad party
It's the worst party that's ever been
God I really hate this music
I can't stand Gene Loves Jezebel
If there is a God in heaven
I'm sure that band will burn in hell
I'm gonna shoot somebody
If they don't stop talking about

Dead Milkmen - Belafonte's Inferno - lyrics

He would sit in the class and dream
While the teacher lectured
Until the school bell would ring
He'd be President
Philospher king
He was a dreamer he was a dreamer
He'd dream what he wished to be
He was a god he was a creator
He fell in love with a mystery
He made up rock bands and TV stations
he invented the music
He invented the shows
He would lie on his bed at night
Spin records on his chest while he sang
I am your god I am your creator
But you can do what you want to do
I am your god I am your creator
You can love me or hate me
It's up to you
Then one night
Some people landed a spaceship
In his bedroom and he got in
They took him to the land that he created
They tied him to a tree and killed him
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Dead Milkmen - Big Lizard - lyrics

Big lizard in my backyard
Can't afford to feed him anymore
Big lizard in my backyard
Bustin' down my neighbor's door
I bought a big lizard
Only a dollar fifty
Well that's pretty neat
Yeah it's *****ing nifty
But I just can't afford to feed it
And you should see the way it shits
I've got a big lizard in my backyard
Can't afford to feed it anymore
Big lizard in my backyard
Bustin' down my neighbor's door
I was knocked out of bed
Late last night
I was woken up by the sound of dynamite
I ran downstairs to find an army man
He said

Dead Milkmen - Big Scary Place - lyrics

All the stones have
Anything you want
In this big scary place
In this big scary place
Everyone forms lines
Where you stand and wait
In this big scary place
In this big scary place
The days inch along
And you lose track of time
In this big scary place
Always a lot to do
But of course it's easier in your mind
In this big scary place
Big scary place
There's too much space
There's not enough space
In this big scary place
You can go outside
If you really want
In this big scary place
In this big scary place
But when you see
The eye in the sky
Make sure you hide
In this big scary place
The days inch along
And you lose track of time
In this big scary place
Always a lot to do
But it's easier in your mind
In this big scary place
Everywhere you go
Everything you do
Everything you know
Everything you knew
Is swallowed alive
Devoured by time
Right from your mind
In this big scary place
Move down the street
Only shadows form
In this big scary place
Lock the door tight
>From the outside light
In this big scary place
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Dead Milkmen - Big Time Operator - lyrics

Alright!
Kill the mother*****er!
Nahahahahaha
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Gather round me everybody
Let me tell you who I am
'Cause I'm a big time operator
And they call me High Hat Sam
I'm a big time operator
Operatin' through the land
Got a thousand pretty women
Waitin' for me where I go
And when it comes to doing nothin'
Hey, I'm really in the know
'Cause I'm a big time operator
And the ladies like it so...
Two, three, four!
Look out Stevie Ray Vaughan
Look out Charlie Sexton
Look out you cheesy Texas mother*****ers!
Alright!
PCP!
LSD!
MDA!
Ecstasy! Yeah!
Alright here we go!
Just me!
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Alright now Joe!
Gather round me everybody
Let me tell you who I am
'Cause I'm a big time operator
And they call me High Sam
Well I'm a big time operator
Operatin' through the land
Two, three, four!

Dead Milkmen - *****in' Camaro - lyrics

*****in' Camaro, *****in' Camaro
I ran over my neighbors
*****in' Camaro, *****in' Camaro
Now its in all the papers
My folks bought me a *****in' camaro with no insurance to match
So if I happen to run you down, please don't leave a scratch.
I ran over
Some Old Lady
Last night at the county fair
and I didn't get arrested
Because my dad's the mayor
*****in' Camaro, *****in' Camaro
Donuts on your lawn
*****in' Camaro, *****in' Camaro
tony orlando and dawn
When I drive past the kids, they all spit and cuss
'cause I've got a *****in' camaro and they have to ride the bus
So you better get outta my way when I come through your yard
'cause I've got a *****in' camaro and an exxon credit card
*****in' Camaro *****in' Camaro

Dead Milkmen - Bleach Boys - lyrics

I've got some buddies
And we all drink bleach
You know we practice
What we preach
We're not a drunken bunch of frat boys
Trashed on beers
Or a stoned bunch of hippies with
No careers
Drinkin bleach is the way to win
Don't you wanna hang out with the bleach boys, baby
In a world where ministers murder golfers
Don't you wanna drink some bleach tonight
Had 26 friends
In the beginning
But now it seems our numbers
Are thinning
Some people snort coke
Others love to bet
Still others get high in a private jet
Drinkin' bleach is my way of winnin'
Don't you wanna drink some bleach, baby
In a world where murders run for mayor
Don't you wanna drink some bleach, tonight
I'm so bored, I'm drinkin' bleach (4x)
I AM SO BORED! ahee-ha-ha

Dead Milkmen - Air Crash Museum - lyrics

Went out to feed the cattle
And to my surprise
My lawn was full of bodies
Just a gatherin' up the flies
A big ol' jet liner
Had dropped from out of the sky
Well I was so darn happy that
I couldn't believe my eyes
We're gonna stuff 'em
Put 'em on display
'tween Patsy Cline and Buddy Holly
Loadin' up my tractor
Gonna take the bodies inside
Betty Lou will bring the sawdust
And I've got the formaldehyde
I'm callin' up my neighbours
Tell 'em all to drop by
A body stuffin' party
And we'll bake some kidney pie
We're gonna stuff 'em
Put 'em on display
'tween Patsy Cline and Buddy Holly
We'll have our own air crash museum
People lined for miles just to see 'em
Jim Croce's in the corner
The Big Bopper's by the stairs
Ricky Nelson's in the kitchen
But nobody cares
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