Jello Biafra & . - FULL METAL JACKOFF

DRUG WAR From the album ’Last Scream Of The Missing Neighbors’ (1989) * Jello Biafra - lead vocals * Joe Keithley - guitar, vocals * Chris Prohom - guitar * Brian Goble - bass * Jon Card - drums Check out Russ Baker’s book ’FAMILY OF SECRETS The Bush Dynasty, America’s Invisible Government, and the Hidden History of the Last Fifty Years’ VIDEO: Eugene Jarecki: ’WHY WE FIGHT’ (2005) Jan Svankmajer: THE OSSUARY Werner Herzog: NOSFERATU Kenneth Anger: LUCIFER RISING Adam Curtis: Phantom Victory (#2 of POWER OF NIGHTMARES trilogy) Alex Grey painting ’TREE OF LIFE’ H.R. Giger skull painting 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 neighborhoods 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 and slowly die Wall Street or Crack Dealer Avenue The last roads left to the American Dream Wall Street or Crack Dealer Avenue Only on road leads to this neighborhood Little kids wanna sell drugs when they grow up The folks 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 don’t run On the Washington D.C. Beltway, ’round and ’round I go In a black van with no windows, and a chimney puffing smoke Same gang that ran smack in Viet Nam 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? More crack-more panic- more cops- more jails You see emergency-total war 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 Labor camps-on American soil! Neo-Nazi bootboys That the cops never seem to arrest Prowl neighborhoods with baseball bats Why do they get so much press... ? Mein Kampf-the mini series Ollie North-“patriotic“ hero The leader for 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 as well lose your own As the noose of narco-militarism Tightens ’round our necks We worry 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 neighbors Would even care... Ollie for president, he’ll get things done!