Dead Kennedys Dreadlocks Of The Suburbs Lyrics

Dreadlocks Of The Suburbs Lyrics

[Jello Biafra:] This is for all you people who like to get away with passing
joints around in the front row of the Old Waldorf. What would Heavy Metal
magazine think? This is called Dreadlocks of the Suburbs.







Why don't you come to my room



Had enough of being fucked by business



Ain't enough to fund my habits



Looks like alcohol so grab it







Had enough of being uncool



Loosen up like all the folks do



Like a lumberjack in my eyes



Have a bottle or two tonight







And oh, oh, be a dreadlock of the suburbs



And oh, oh, be a dreadlock of the suburbs







Some peyote and ferascas



And a new Havana philosophy



I don't know too much about him



He knows how to make it never-ending







With a stash that's supremo



He's got any colors going



I took out an ad in High Times



Got to keep up with the new world







Because oh, oh, I'm a dreadlock of the suburbs



And oh, oh, I'm a dreadlock of the suburbs



And oh, oh, I'm a dreadlock of the suburbs



Because oh, oh, I'm a Rastafarian







Forget your social status



Listen up misfit



We can be so high



Where you can't say a word



Because we're so cool, we're someone







Okay, there it is, listen up







Looking through all my pictures



Especially in the South



Got a stake in the promised land



Until my Daddy strikes the gold







And oh, oh, be a dreadlock of the suburbs



And oh, oh, be a dreadlock of the suburbs



And oh, oh, time for the dreadlocks of the suburbs



'Cause oh, oh, I want to hold you right now







The more things change, the more they stay the same [x4]