Goons of hazzard lyrics

Artist  : Dead kennedys 
Song : Goons of hazzard
 
Happy hour belongs to America's best-loved thugs
Here comes the 4-wheel prosthetic penises
Got yer 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 hitch hikers 
And we know we'll get off scot-free 
We're the vigilante heroes of your tough-guy
flicks
Bashing punks & 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 leave you in a pool of blood 
Cos we know we'll get off scot-free 
Let's get him: 
C'mere
C'mere
Say something to me? 

We've got him cornered
We've got him cornered
Is anybody looking?
Does anybody even care?
No! 

Local papers paint us up to be big heroes
City fathers & Chamber of Commerce want us
deputized
The stoner gestapo keepin' your town clean
Get a shave, kid
We'll pay you as a strike-breaker
Maybe you'll make Tac Squad for the L.A.P.D. 

We are the Goons of Hazzard 
Glorified on your TV 
We leave you in a pool of blood 
And we always get off scot-free