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(1973)
Girl with a heart that keeps on changing
Girl with a mind that's moving on
Picking up on things that life's afforded
loosen up on teathers
Foreseen she's on
Many times I hear it tell
Things don't go together very well
But I left her no words on the side of
The first thing that you'd ever blow your mind for
And it's just . . .
Come on, keep on changing
Come on, little I want the jive
Let me know just what it is that fooled you, oh
With the first thing that could be ever left inside of it
Never bending, never changing
Never really sure of why, good slide
But really just knowing what contains you
Guessing all that can be built inside of it
But these times that I spent so well
Fighting contradicts so well
Then there's something still left
Something that could be gained inside
Of the first thing that could be beating inside
Come on girl, keep on changing
Come on girl, little I want the jive
My heart's just burning
What could be there, burning?
I'd like to know what you left inside of it, oh
Come on, keep on changing
Come on girl, little I want the jive
Make you good things that I do
I can't afford you
But I'll let you alone
Until I can find myself inside, so
Come on girl, just keep it changing
I know what it feels inside of me
Many times you're just so mean
I can't feel it, yeah
This rose down here can't be more than a slight
Come on, come on, come on
Keep on changing
Just little known for jive
Somewhere like New York
Can it flow
Just what they talk
The first time you got a man . . .
(1973)
Girl with a heart that keeps on changing
Girl with a mind that's moving on
Picking up on things that life's afforded
loosen up on teathers
Foreseen she's on
Many times I hear it tell
Things don't go together very well
But I left her no words on the side of
The first thing that you'd ever blow your mind for
And it's just . . .
Come on, keep on changing
Come on, little I want the jive
Let me know just what it is that fooled you, oh
With the first thing that could be ever left inside of it
Never bending, never changing
Never really sure of why, good slide
But really just knowing what contains you
Guessing all that can be built inside of it
But these times that I spent so well
Fighting contradicts so well
Then there's something still left
Something that could be gained inside
Of the first thing that could be beating inside
Come on girl, keep on changing
Come on girl, little I want the jive
My heart's just burning
What could be there, burning?
I'd like to know what you left inside of it, oh
Come on, keep on changing
Come on girl, little I want the jive
Make you good things that I do
I can't afford you
But I'll let you alone
Until I can find myself inside, so
Come on girl, just keep it changing
I know what it feels inside of me
Many times you're just so mean
I can't feel it, yeah
This rose down here can't be more than a slight
Come on, come on, come on
Keep on changing
Just little known for jive
Somewhere like New York
Can it flow
Just what they talk
The first time you got a man . . .


![Dead Kennedys - Holiday In Cambodia
(1980)
So you been to school
For a year or two
And you know youve seen it all
In daddys car
Thinkin youll go far
Back east your type dont crawl
Play ethnicky jazz
To parade your snazz
On your five grand stereo
Braggin that you know
How the niggers feel cold
And the slums got so much soul
Its time to taste what you most fear
Right Guard will not help you here
Brace yourself, my dear:
Its a holiday in Cambodia
Its tough, kid, but its life
Its a holiday in Cambodia
Dont forget to pack a wife
Youre a star-belly sneech
You suck like a leach
You want everyone to act like you
Kiss ass while you bitch
So you can get rich
But your boss gets richer off you
Well youll work harder
With a gun in your back
For a bowl of rice a day
Slave for soldiers
Till you starve
Then your head is skewered on a stake
Now you can go where people are one
Now you can go where they get things done
What you need, my son:.
Is a holiday in Cambodia
Where people dress in black
A holiday in Cambodia
Where youll kiss ass or crack
Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, [etc]
And its a holiday in Cambodia
Where youll do what youre told
A holiday in Cambodia
Where the slums got so much soul Dead Kennedys - Holiday In Cambodia](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/2Mc5w88sXEQ/mqdefault.jpg)







