Lard Follow

(Lyrics: Jeff Ward & Biafra)Here today, gone tomorrowDon't need my self rememberedBut what I help create and leave behindIs important to meTo dent the comfortably numbWith constructive satireMake my life one big prankOn a society I hateAll that we are when we're on a stageIs vaudeville jester for a dayAs an old proverb says"If every fool wore a crown, we should all be king"My license to make fun of everyoneComes from knowing I'm the biggest joke of allRead a headline the other dayClown dies from a pie in the faceCan't be on stage all the timeThe public image could swallow my lifeLiving up to your own myth's no funDrives our best talents nutsBozo skeletonBozo skeletonBozo skeletonWhere can I go to be me?Washington Stepford wivesThink we'd be Stepford childrenIf they could do awayWith the music we love the mostLyrics warp your children's minds- Just a minute now, that's our job -Your worst enemy's your own kidsDon't talk with them, buy our lies insteadDon't wanna hear Lee Atwater sing the bluesGot a right to sing my way tooGagging those who tell it like it isWon't make the problems go awayC'mon get the skeletons out of the closetWe're all clowns in one form or anotherIf we weren't hung up minding peoples' private livesWe might not be so afraid of ourselvesAll kinds of drugs get fed into our headsWho are you to legislate what's bestNever heard my music or read all the wordsIs it my heart they want to banBozo skeletonBozo skeletonBozo skeletonWhere can I go to be me?