Dead Kennedys - Goons of Hazzard lyrics

[Dead Kennedys - Goons of Hazzard lyrics]

Happy hour belongs to
America's best-loved thugs
Here come the four-wheel
Drive prosthetic penises got your gun racks
Tractor tires and lynch mob drivers
We couldn't find a chick to sit in the middle
So we drink ourselves sick
Lean out the windows and pinch ass instead

We are the goons of Hazzard
Glorified on your TV
We run down bikes and hitchhikers
'Cause we know we'll get off scot-free

We're the vigilante heroes of
Your tough guy flicks
Bashing punks and bums and fags
With our baseball bats
No deer to blow away in the woods today
So we go to Oroville and
Shoot a Black kid down


Or waste demonstrators in Greensboro instead

We are the goons of Hazzard
Glorified on your TV
We'll leave you in a pool of blood
'Cause we know we'll get off scot-free

Get him! Get him!
C'mere! C'mere!
You say somethin' to me?
We've got him cornered
We've got him cornered is anybody looking?
Does anybody even care? No! Yes!

The local papers paint us up to be big heroes
City fathers and Chamber of
Commerce want us deputized
The stoner Gestapo keeping your town clean
Get a shave, kid
We'll pay you as a strikebreaker
Maybe you'll make Tac Squad for the LAPD

We are the goons of Hazzard
Glorified on your TV
We'll leave you in a pool of blood
'Cause we know we'll get off scot-free

Free, scot-free! Scot-free!
We always get off we always get off
We always get off free!

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