yuppie death squad

jogging with his walkman
to his racketball game
with his country club cunt
impressed by his name
rolex in his gym bag
swatch upon his wrist
growing in his numbers
don’t it make you pissed

so, who you gonna call
yuppie death squad
up against the wall
yuppie death squad
make the piggies squall
yuppie death squad
kill ‘em one and all
yuppie death squad

come fuck up a beamer
it’s a highbrow bash
sledgehammers wailing
glass and metal smash
daddy’s boy is whining
as he looks out at his wheels
hey, bring your rich ass out here
we’ll show you how it feels

swishing through city
in their designer drag
competition shallowness
who can be the biggest fag
I want to stomp white reeboks
rip off izod shirts
grab a pair of jammz
and jam ‘em where it hurts

so, who you gonna call
yuppie death squad
up against the wall
yuppie death squad
make the piggies squall
yuppie death squad
kill ‘em one and all
yuppie death squad

mercedes to the airport
retreat to can-fuck-cun
ain’t safe here for wolf meat
it’s a harvest red full moon
dillusions of importance
become terror and dispair
shattered sheltered lives
punks and skins are there

so, who you gonna call
yuppie death squad
up against the wall
yuppie death squad
make the piggies squall
yuppie death squad
kill ‘em one and all
yuppie death squad
kill ‘em one and all
yuppie death squad

july 7, ‘85

© 1985

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