Letras:
Jello Biafra The Sky Is Falling And I Want My Mommy Performed With Nomeansno

want our thoughts - or else They treat us like the Romans Used to treat the Christians Even some churchgoing folks are scared Modern catacombs of fear Built with money, power and

re bad We're bad I feel it in my heart I believe it in my soul But we will never live Long enough to know Restless and curious Down in my gut I know That I will never ever Want what I

whole economy's based on fear and death How long can we get away with this? And we live here Instead of better health we get A.I.D.S. Instead of nourishment

If I could travel back in time I'd go to 1899 High in the Sierra Hills And ride the lumber down the Sanger Flume The Flume Ride the Flume Ride the Flume