Lyrics
"--s Fuck Off," overproduced by Martin Hannett, take four Two, three, four! Punk ain't no religious cult Punk means thinking for yourself You ain't hardcore when you spike your hair When a jock still lives inside your head Nazi punks, Nazi punks, Nazi punks: fuck off! Nazi punks, Nazi punks, Nazi punks: fuck off! If you've come to fight, get outta here You ain't no better than the bouncers We ain't trying to be police If you ape the cops, it ain't anarchy Nazi punks, Nazi punks, Nazi punks: fuck off! Nazi punks, Nazi punks, Nazi punks: fuck off! Ten guys jump one, what a man You fight each other, the police state wins Stab your backs when you trash our halls Trash a bank if you've got real balls You still think swastikas look cool The real Nazis run your schools They're coaches, businessmen, and cops In a real Fourth Reich, you'll be the first to go Nazi punks, Nazi punks, Nazi punks: fuck off! Nazi punks, Nazi punks, Nazi punks: fuck off! You'll be the first to go, you'll be the first to go You'll be the first to go unless you think!
Song details
Artist: Dead Kennedys
Writer(s): Jello Biafra, Ray East Bay, Klaus Flouride, Darren Eric Henley
Album: In God We Trust Inc.
Release information: EP: "In God We Trust Inc." (1981)
- Film / album: In God We Trust Inc.