Dead Kennedys — Dreadlocks Of The Suburbs

[Verse 1] Why don't you come to my room While my daddy fucks with business Ain't enough to fund my habits They look like alcoholic rabbits 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 two tonight [Chorus 1] And oh, oh, be a dreadlock of the suburbs And oh, oh, be a dreadlock of the suburbs [Verse 2] 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 [?] Ain't that sound muy supremo Wait a minute for the ganja 'Cause they call it that in High Times Got to keep up with the new world [Chorus 2] '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 [Bridge] Forget your stoned status Listen up misfit So we can feel so high Where we can't say a word 'Cause we're so cool And so, so cheap [?] [Verse 3] Don't wanna hurt your daddy's [?] [?] 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 [Chorus 3] 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 [Outro] 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