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​Shrunken Heads

This song is by Ghost Dance and appears on the compilation Not So Quiet on the Western Front (1982).

Surfs up, here come the marines, looking for the enemy
Hollywoods true sons of liberty, rally round the flag groovy
Rich, poor proletariat, aging Bolsheviks love it love it
Blond haired, blue eyed, building blocks, rock'em sock'em robots

Shrunken heads, ain't got no rhythm
Shrunken heads, dimestore pagans
Shrunken heads, worship false gods
Shrunken heads, it's a fulltime job

Beat me daddy eight to one the, the boys wanna play odd man out
And the girls, well every debutante wants to be a whore son
And this is America, land of opportunity, it takes all kinds
So give me your poor, give me your weak, give me your spoiled meat

Shrunken heads, ain't got no rhythm
Shrunken heads, dimestore pagans
Shrunken heads, worship false false gods
Shrunken heads, it's a fulltime job

One big happy family, a happening community
They love to talk, but you don't rock the boat or the knee jerk mafia will eat you off
Fascist, racist, they'll scream rape, and you'll never get another date
Start the revolution without me, I don't like their company

Shrunken heads, ain't got no rhythm
Shrunken heads, everyone's full paid
Shrunken heads, no better than the rest
Shrunken heads, (...)

Feed your head
Feed your head
Feed your head
Feed your head
Feed them till the final breath