DEAD DOGS OF THE SUMMER OF LOVE

Vikki-Beat, 1987. Culprits: Wallace Hammond (guitars, keyboards, vocals, kazoo, bodhran); Mike O'Brien (lead vocals, acoustic guitar, kazoo); Duncan Snowden (bass, vocals); Justin Hall (drums); Tony Richards (harmonica, vocals, lead vocals on "Running" & "C, D & G"). Recorded at The Cornerstone Theatre, December 1986. Overdubs recorded at Vikki-Beat Studios, January 1987. "Meat Wars" recorded live at My Place, 19 September 1986. Produced by Wallace Hammond. Cover art by Ronan Kennedy. Booklet by Mike O'Brien.

Click on a title to get the lyrics:

1. No Talent
2. Johnny was a Hero
3. Twisted Brain
4. Nuclear Baby Rag
5. Star Kist Tunie
6. Cruisin'
7. Kiss Me Godzilla
8. Political Clout
9. Meat Wars
10. C D & G
11. The Mob Killed Jimi Hendrix
12. Barbie and Ken
13. I Wanna Eat
14. Running from the Weapons of War
15. Animals of the World
16. Gods
17. Arriva Decri Roma
18. 64 Americans

NO TALENT

What do you think about that?
What do you think about that?
No talent, that's where it's at
No talent, that's where it's at

The songs we sing will never sell, what the hell
Don't want to go to music school, just as well

CHORUS

I think you, with your fancy degree
I think you, you can understand me

CHORUS

(words & music by Wallace Hammond)

CHORUS:

Johnny was a hero in the first world war
Johnny was a hero in the first world war

Johnny went off to the war of greed
To live like a rat and watch Europe bleed
But Johnny got through the mustard gas
In the lines of graves there was peace at last
Some lost their bodies, some lost their heads
A few made it through the mud and the lead

CHORUS

Johnny was a hero in the first world war
But not the kind of man they had a medal for
Johnny was told to go up and attack
But he shot the sarge right there in the back
Johnny was told to go up and attack
But he shot the sarge right there in the back

They strung him up and the rope was strong
He died in the war, he didn't last long
Cracked under strain, they said back home
An unmarked grave, a soldier unknown
They strung him up and the rope was strong
An unmarked grave, another one gone

(words by Mike O'Brien; music by Mike O'Brien & Mark Oakley)

I was a clean cut, normal lad
till an accident in the chemistry lab
left me with a twisted brain
now I feel just a bit insane
I'm in love with the girl next door
she don't love me
I can't take it no more

CHORUS:

Gimme acid
gimme coke
brain dammage is only a joke
I'm in love but I'm insane
ooh ooh I got a twisted brain

All night long I watch TV
my TV stares back at me
weird scenes from the idjit box
leavin me in a state of shock
can't handle them microwaves
gonna go
gonna go crazy

CHORUS

Now I'm having so much fun
I love my girl, I love my gun
wanna love her in so many ways
wanna smear her all over with mayonaise
strange additives in my food
pretty soon I'm gonna come unglued
need another hit of that fast food
fast food - fast food - fast food - fast food

CHORUS

oooooooooooooooooooooh twisted brain.

(words by Mike O'Brien; music by Mike O'Brien & Jon Heald)

We're makin nuclear babies
here in the U.S.A.
they might be radioactiive
but we make em anyway
just take a little peice of plutonium
with tenderness and love
and you'll have them nuclear babies
just a fallin from the sky above

CHORUS:

Let's make some nuclear babies
I think that they're okay
here's to nuclear babies
I think they're here to stay
let's mutate together
there's a meltdown on the way
won't you be my nuclear baby today?

They say that nuclear babies
are oh so nice and clean
you never have to wind em up
they don't run on gasoline
you never see nuclear babies
a lyin by the side of the road
but watch out when you play with them
cause nuclear babies explode

CHORUS

We're proud of nuclear babies
like our other great inventions
for the road to Three Mile Island
is paved with good intentions
we'll make our nuclear babies
no matter what you say
and if we all get blown to hell
that's the price we gotta pay.

CHORUS

(words & music by Wallace Hammond & Mike O'Brien)

I don't eat that Star Kist Tunie
I don't dress up like a Moonie
you might think that I'm some kind of looney
but I never voted for Brian Mulroney

I don't hang out with Pat Carney
I don't swallow Ronnie's blarney
you might think that I'm some kind of looney
but I never voted for Brian Mulroney

I don't strip for Robert Coates
I don't fib to get the votes
you might think that I'm some kind of looney
but I never voted for Brian Mulroney

I don't like like Marcel Masse
I could never be that crass
you might think that I'm some kind of looney
but I never voted for Brian Mulroney

Here's a toast to Blais-Grenier
I have no delusions of Grand Marinier
you might think that I'm some kind of looney
but I never voted for Brian Mulroney

I don't loan no dough to Sinc
Do you think that I'm a dink?
you might think that I'm some kind of looney
but I never voted for Brian Mulroney

I don't disco with no Dick
It's enough to make ya sick
you might think that I'm some kind of looney
but I never voted for Brian Mulroney

I don't eat that Star Kist Tunie
I don't dress up like a Moonie
you might think that I'm some kind of looney
but I never voted for Brian Mulroney

(words by Mike O'Brien; music by Dog Meat BBQ)

Cruisin
I'm just a cruisin
down the dusty dirt roads of Amerika
goin yeehaw

Ridin shotgun on a 18 wheeler
down to E1 Paso
with a load of used plutonium
gonna blow a great big hole in tomorrow
goin yeehaw

Cruisin down the turnpike
suckin on my jug of booze
through the rollin canyons
past graveyards of old B52s
goin yeehaw

Blackout lights a glowin
like cat eyes in hell
I'm achin like a itchy trigger finger
and the smell
of burnin rubber
goin yeehaw

Cruisin down a back road
black road
late model Fords
chokin on the neutron dust
radio a wheezin on the dashboard
goin yeehaw

That boy Jesus on the radio
says keep the faith
you got it
I like to keep mine folded up in my wallet
with a picture of Naomi and a twenty dollar bill
a coupon for free salvation
a one way ticket to Nowheresville
goin yeehaw

Cruisin through the badlands
and your hand is on my knee
but this ain't no drive in movie
and I think I'm gonna scream
goin yeehaw

Cruisin down the Interstate
filthy summer heat
in the comic book Kansas sunrise
that's the last Big Mac I'll ever eat
goin yeehaw

Heart of a nation
smokestacks fart black thunderclouds
broken scarecrows dancin in the wind
the music's loud
and I'm goin yeehaw

Cruisin thru the purple dawn
and you're my teen dream sweetie
but why is your face all black
why won't you talk to me?
tell me - yeehaw

Nebraska howls like an empty billboard
nothing left to say
poor little cowgirl lost in rags
since Daddy took her T-Bird away
goin yeehaw

Cruisin past the bleached bones
of the mighty buffalo
choked coyotes on the wire
Elvis on the radio
goin yeehaw

Vegas strip deserted
and its neon gods extinguished
the dream begins to crumble
as the show comes to the finish
I'm goin yeehaw

Cruisin California
golden state burned to the ground
Chicken Little knew his shit
the sky has fallen down all around me
goin yeehaw

Cruisin through a nightmare
and the smoke blows all around
been a long and crazy ride
and at the end of the road is America
America
goin yeehaw

And when I says yeehaw
I means yeeeeeeeehaw

(words by Mike O'Brien; music by Mark Oakley & Mike O'Brien)

Phi gamma phi
back at Hollywood High
I was a teenage geek
new improved mind-expanding glue
kamikazee short-order chic
watch me dance in my spandex pants
like a lonely SS ghoul
tora tora tora poppa ooh mao mao
kiss me, Godzilla, you fool

Tits n ass
bubbleyum, batgas
sickly sweet suburban schlock
bow and nod to your TV god
a colossal rubber cock
play it again, scam and rake em in
watch that sucker drool
yowsa yowsa yowsa comma ti yi yay
kiss me, Godzilla, you fool

Cheap effects
aerobic sex
it came from outer space
ohm, amen, Gumby rides again
Grade A atomic waste
video fix, Piggy gets his kicks
blowin his Gestapo cool
comma comma comma dooby doo down down
kiss me, Godzilia, you fool

It'll all go blam
when it hits the fan
flying McNuggets of shit
idiocy, choreography
and cash in my hot little mit
a blast of gas from the ruling crass
let exploitation rule
hubba hubba hubba cock a doodle doo
kiss me, Godzilia, you fool.

(words & music by Wallace Hammond)

Joe Blow Asshole came to my door
Said vote for me and I'll give you more
Vote for me I got political clout
I shut him up when I punched him out

Election time and they're out again
Haven't seen them skunks since I don't know when
Talkin bout the party that'll wipe em out
Radical Loonies got political clout

CHORUS:

Radical Loony
Radical Loony
Radical Loony - Ha Ha Ha

Political clout is where you shove it
Political clout is how hard you hit it
Kick it in the pants
And shove it out the door

Out in the vineyards, hangin on a vine
The Radical Loonies are drinkin the wine
Standin in the polling vat, stompin it out
Pissed to the gills with political clout

Tired of political weasels and skunks
Vote for the party of the common drunks
Vote for the party with political clout
Vote for us or we'll punch you out

(words by Mike O'Brien; music by Wallace Hammond & Craig Squires)

On a planet far away
down in the milky way
a bunch of animated pieces of meat began to play
they were playin a game called war
in the end when they counted the score
there was a bunch of meat lyin around and nothing more

CHORUS:

Meat Wars
bringin me down
meat flyin around
Meat Wars
where will it end?
they're startin again

Then some of the meat that was left
got tired of this thing called death
and they screamed at the rest of the meat
till they ran out of breath
but still the game went on
with the bayonets and bombs
and they knew the game wouldn't end till the meat was all gone

CHORUS

Now the planet Earth lies bare
spilled meat is everywhere
but the smell of the dream that was lost still hangs in the air the game's been called for today
with all the meat blown away
but they tell me we're all meat ourselves
so why don't we play ?

CHORUS

(words & music by Wallace Hammond & Tony Richards)

On Sundays I sit by the Courthouse
And remember the times gone by
Those drunken nights at Peter's Pizza
Always bring a tear to my eye

Monday I hit the Cornerstone
And drink till I have my fill
Got Chips Dressing and Gravy on my mind
It's worth the walk up the hill
For what now?

CHORUS:

C, D and G - What is it?
C, D and G - Play it again
C, D and G - One more time now
C, D and G

C, D and G
It's all I ever need
Goin up to Chess's on Tuesday night
To get me a great big feed
Of what now?

CHORUS

On Wednesdays I go out shopping
And I take the bus to the mall
But I always get off on Harvey Road
When Roma begins to call
For what now?

CHORUS

Thursday I pick up the welfare check
And cash it as fast as I can
Cause I got to get to Scampers
You know the C, D and G is so grand
What is it?

CHORUS

Friday night down on Water Street
Walkin as drunk as a sod
Down Duckworth I stagger
On my way to King Cod
For what now?

CHORUS

I drink all week and Saturday night
The urge comes over me
Goin up to the Big R
To get my C, D and G
What is it?

CHORUS

(words & music by Wallace Hammond)

CHORUS:

(words by Mike O'Brien; music by Mark Oakley)

CHORUS:

Barbie and Ken
two little people who are friends of mine
Barbie and Ken
two modern lovers who are doing fine
they don't smoke
and they don't drink
they don't even have to think
Barbie and Ken

Ken's a football hero
Barbie's a teenage queen
they're a perfect plastic replica
American dream
they wear the clothes I tell then too
I even make them fly
they vote the way I want them
to and never wonder why

They're perfectly proportioned
each one a perfect 10
they socialize at Country Clubs
every now and then
they fell in love in college
and when the time was right
they bought a nice suburban house
where everyone was white...

CHORUS

Barbie is a beauty
and Ken's a charming bloke
but the plastic's smooth between their legs
so sex is just a joke
I put them through the motions
they don't complain a bit
if they found out how I'm twisting them
I'd really be in shit

I supervised proceedings
at Barbie's war crimes trial
gave Ken his fatal overdose
he took it with a smile
now Barbie's at the guillotine
and Ken lies on the shelf
but there's many others like them
you might be one yourself...

CHORUS

(words by Mike O'Brien; music by Wallace Hammond)

I wanna eat
but I got no dough
I wanna eat
but I got no bread
I wanna eat
did you hear what I said ?
I wanna eat eat eat
I wanna get fed

I wanna go home
turn on my stove
heat up some Libby's beans
they taste so good
but I got no beans
boo hoo boo hoo
gotta pick some pockets
gotta get some food

I wanna eat
but I got no dough
I wanna eat
but I got no bread
I wanna eat
did you hear what I said ?
I wanna eat eat eat
I wanna get fed

I'm sneakin around
up behind your house
break in your back door
and clean you out
gonna take your t-bone
your Irish stew
take your week-old baloney
too bad for you

I wanna eat
but I got no job
I wanna eat
gotta rob rob rob
got no food
eat yours instead
I wanna eat eat eat
I wanna get fed

I wanna eat - some TV dinner
I wanna eat - some c d & g
I wanna eat - some Purina Cat Chow
I wanna eat - the real McShit
I wanna eat - outa garbage pails
I wanna eat - till I'm all pigged out

(words by Wallace Hammond, Tony Richards & Snotty Slyme; music by Wallace Hammond)

It's a new dance scam, a real wham bam
Sidestep the napalm, don't get burned
Cover your ass and do the strafe

CHORUS:

Runnin from the weapons of war
Runnin from the weapons of war
Cover up your head
Make out you're dead
Runnin from the weapons of war

Do the MX shuffle out in the cornfields
The shell game swith in the casino
Do the ICBM hop

CHORUS

Do the neutron bomb on the Autobahn
The European bop is really red hot
The Ruskies got the cruise missile blues

CHORUS

(words & music by Wallace Hammond)

It's a cause for great rejoicing
In a world gone round the bend
Save the little birds and bees
From the tools of nasty men
In the fur farms, on the ice floes
In the skillets full of veal
Blood on the table, screams in the dark
As I eat - as I eat - as I eat my tasty meal

CHORUS:

There's no one here but us chickens
We're the ones who've seen it all
You can see us on a poster
In a concentration mall
Some line up for dinner
Some line up for snacks
Most line up for nothin
Get clubbed... and driven back

You're tired, it must be bedtime
I hope that you sleep tight
They're workin down in the abatoire
Overtime tonight
They're workin in Kentucky
In Iran and in Nepal
They're workin in the gold mines
Wake up - wake up - wake up, you'll see it all

CHORUS

Grab onto an issue
Any little one will do
Don't look too hard so that you see
How I relate to you
Don't look too hard so that you see
The world and the way it works
Don't look at all or you might see
Who it is - who it is - who it is that really hurts

CHORUS

White elephants, baby seals
The man in cell five gets his final meal
The hunt, old boy, begins at eight
Invest in apartheid, but don't be late
Save the whales and check your geigers
Whooping cranes and paper tigers
Gas, lasers, bombs for youie
Save us all - save us all - save us all, world go blooie

CHORUS

(words by Mike O'Brien; music by Wallace Hammond)

Long ago, when life was young
and nature ruled the earth and sun
man placed a god up in the sky
so he wouldn't have to wonder why
and later on, when things went wrong
this god was the crutch he leaned upon

Then man spread out, both far and near
new gods sprang up everywhere
each one claimed to be the best
head and halo above the rest
man screamed "my god is bigger than yours!"
and that's how god created wars

The twentieth century has arrived
these gods are very much alive
and through their petty jealousy
keep half the world in misery
you got the right god, you get the vote
but one wrong god and they cut your throat

CHORUS:

To hell with gods
to hell with gods
to hell with gods
shag em anyway - let's blow em away

Every little preacher man
just fucks your head with his flim flam
now they're on a holy roll
they pick your pocket while they save your soul
and all you folks hear what they say
and eat this crap up every day

CHORUS

God works in mysterious ways
out of synch and out of phase
these gods will do just as they please
and bring the planet to its knees
I guess it's up to you and I
to blow those gods right out of the sky

CHORUS

(words & music by Wallace Hammond)

The band's gonna burn in the USA
Soviet Union and China too
When the music gets hot the whole world rocks
Rollin over like the Incas in old Peru

Nero was a hot shot
Bit part punk in a rock n roll band
Nero wasn't happy
Till the strings were burnin at the touch of his hand

Rome was a hot spot
Jumpin and jivin and rulin the land
Nero wasn't happy
Till the town was burnin at his command

Arriva Derci Roma
Goodbye goodbye to Ecuador
Arriva Derci Deustchesland
Australia ain't waltzin matilda no more

Politics all over the world
Bit part play on a flammable set
Piddlin and diddlin and wailin away
Grabbin their solos till there's nothin left

Arriva Derci Roma
Goodbye goodbye to Ecuador
Arriva Derci Deustchesland
Australia ain't waltzin matilda no more

The band's gonna burn in the USA
Soviet Union and China too
When the music gets hot the whole world rocks
Rollin over like the Incas in old Peru

(words & music by Mike O'Brien)

Mickey Mouse and Spiro Agnew
Raggedy Ann and Andy
Billy Martin, Johnny Carson
Howard Hughes and Bambi
Jerry Fallwell, Monty Hall
Clint Eastwood, Nelson Eddy
Captain Kirk and Papa Smurf
George Schultz and J Paul Getty

Sara Lee and Mr T
Jim Jones and P T Barnum
Ed McMahon and Son of Sam
the Fonz and Judy Garland
Minnie Pearl and Milton Berle
Bob Hope, Lee Iacocca
Sgt Slaughter, Betty Crocker
Betty Ford and Yoda

Lucille Ball, Quick Draw McGraw
Marie and Donny Osmond
Gertrude Stein, Anita Bryant
Sam Spade and Charles Bronson
Willie Mays and Billy Graham
Buckwheat, David Brinkley
Charlie Manson, Michael Jackson
Madonna and John Hinckley

Lois Lane and Big John Wayne
Wayne Newton, Jimmy Carter
Scarlett O'Hara, Yogi Berra
Gilligan and Bob Barker
Garner Ted and Mister Ed
and Cher and Billy Bonney
Frank Sinatra and Gene Autrey
Groucho Marx and Ronnie

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