Saturday Night Holocaust - Dead Kennedys

There’s a prefab building and a funny smell

Around the hills outside of town

Every now and then we wonder

But we shrug our shoulders and get back to work

There’s a railroad there and trains go by

And there’s people locked in cattle cars

And have you noticed the french fries at the A&W

Taste a little strange?

I drive down to the disco

Pompadour and pink lammé

I bow and blow the doorman

He parts the chain, says «Join the game»

A quick line in the girls room

To the bar for the electrodes

A coin into the right slit

Tape my temple, watch me go

Blacks are banned, except on the records

Oh, life’s a cabaret

Like in Berlin, 1930

All I crave is my escape

Now I want your perfect Barbie-doll lips

And I want your perfect Barbie-doll eyes

Run my fingers down your Barbie-doll dress

Up and down your spandex ass

If I lit a match for you

You’d melt before my eyes

Come here, my pretty glow worm

You look so fine so dance with me

The fly-eye lights are throbbing

I’m burning up the floor

Whirling, twirling

Close my eyes, no faces judging me

But I want your perfect Barbie-doll lips

And I want your perfect Barbie-doll eyes

Slip my fingers down your Barbie-doll dress

Up and down your spandex ass

A Hitler youth in jogging suit

Smiling face band 'round his arm

Says «Line up, you’ve got work to do

We need dog food for the poor»

A scream bleats out, we’re herded into lines

Customized vans wait outside

I’m getting scared of my new home

To Auschwitz condominiums we go

Now I want your perfect Barbie-doll lips

And I want your perfect Barbie-doll eyes

Let my fingers down your dress

One more time