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[Jello Biafra:] This is for all you people who like to get away with passing joints around in the row of the Old Waldorf. What would Heavy Metal magazine think? This is called Dreadlocks of the Suburbs.

Why you come to my room
Had enough of fucked by business
Ain't enough to my habits
Looks like alcohol so it

Had enough of uncool
up like all the folks do
Like a lumberjack in my
Have a bottle or two

And oh, oh, be a of the suburbs
And oh, oh, be a of the suburbs

peyote and ferascas
And a new philosophy
I don't too much about him
He knows how to it never-ending

With a stash supremo
He's got any colors
I took out an ad in Times
Got to up with the new world

Because oh, oh, I'm a of the suburbs
And oh, oh, I'm a of the suburbs
And oh, oh, I'm a of the suburbs
Because oh, oh, I'm a

Forget social status
Listen up
We can be so
Where you can't say a
Because we're so cool, someone

Okay, it is, listen up

through all my pictures
Especially in the
Got a in the promised land
Until my Daddy strikes the

And oh, oh, be a dreadlock of the
And oh, oh, be a dreadlock of the
And oh, oh, time for the of the suburbs
'Cause oh, oh, I to hold you right now

The more change, the more they stay the same [x4]