Dead Kennedys - Dreadlocks Of The Suburbs lyrics
[Dead Kennedys - Dreadlocks Of The Suburbs lyrics]
Why don't you come to my room
While my daddy fucks with business
Ain't enough to fund my habit's
They look like alcoholic rabbit's
Ever had a load of
And loosen up like all the folks do
You're like a lumberjack in my eyes
Have a bong or do it tonight
And oh, oh, be a dreadlock of the suburbs
And oh, oh, be a dreadlock of the suburbs
So we've read about the Rastas
And about Haile Selassie
I don't know too much about him
He knows a lot cause he's an intern
Ain't that sound muy supremo
Oh, wait a minute, call it ganja
'Cause they call it that in High Times
Got to keep up with the new world
'Cause oh, oh, I'm a dreadlock of the suburbs
And oh, oh, I'm a dreadlock of the suburbs
And oh, oh
Let's be a dreadlock of the suburbs
And oh, oh, I'm a Rasta rich kid
Forget your stoned status listen up misfit
So we can feel so high
Until we can't say a word
'Cause we're so cool and so, so cheap
The love for
Don't wanna hurt your daddy's
There's Rasta kids in Bangladesh
But, I'm a bleeding heart liberal
Wish I was starving in Jamaica
It looks so trippy in the pictures
Especially when you're stoned
Let's escape to the promised land
In my daddy's Porsche Coupe
And oh, oh
Time for dreadlocks of the suburbs
And oh, oh
Time for dreadlocks of the suburbs
And oh, oh, be a dreadlock of the suburbs
Because oh, oh, we're holier than thou
The more things change
The more they stay the same
The more things change
The more they stay the same
The more things change
The more they stay the same
The more things change
The more they stay the same
The more things change
The more they stay the same
While my daddy fucks with business
Ain't enough to fund my habit's
They look like alcoholic rabbit's
Ever had a load of
And loosen up like all the folks do
You're like a lumberjack in my eyes
Have a bong or do it tonight
And oh, oh, be a dreadlock of the suburbs
And oh, oh, be a dreadlock of the suburbs
So we've read about the Rastas
And about Haile Selassie
I don't know too much about him
He knows a lot cause he's an intern
Ain't that sound muy supremo
Oh, wait a minute, call it ganja
'Cause they call it that in High Times
Got to keep up with the new world
'Cause oh, oh, I'm a dreadlock of the suburbs
And oh, oh, I'm a dreadlock of the suburbs
And oh, oh
Let's be a dreadlock of the suburbs
And oh, oh, I'm a Rasta rich kid
Forget your stoned status listen up misfit
So we can feel so high
Until we can't say a word
'Cause we're so cool and so, so cheap
The love for
Don't wanna hurt your daddy's
There's Rasta kids in Bangladesh
But, I'm a bleeding heart liberal
Wish I was starving in Jamaica
It looks so trippy in the pictures
Especially when you're stoned
Let's escape to the promised land
In my daddy's Porsche Coupe
And oh, oh
Time for dreadlocks of the suburbs
And oh, oh
Time for dreadlocks of the suburbs
And oh, oh, be a dreadlock of the suburbs
Because oh, oh, we're holier than thou
The more things change
The more they stay the same
The more things change
The more they stay the same
The more things change
The more they stay the same
The more things change
The more they stay the same
The more things change
The more they stay the same