White Bread Blues
Songs

UNGOWA!
LUV LETTERS
D.O.G.
MOUSETRAP
MARY'S NEW DRESS
ANTI-SATAN SONG FOR MOM
BLOATED HOUSEWIVES
NIRVANA
SUPERMARKET NIGHTMARE
POLKA
DRINK THE KOOL-AID
NAIVE CHILDREN
SAY IT HOW YOU MEAN IT
CAGED BIRD
FOLLOW ME TO THE MESSAGE

Recorded in July 1990 at Profile Sound Studios, Vancouver, B.C. Canada. Produced by John Wright and VICTIMS FAMILY. Engineered by John Wright, Cecil English and Craig Bougie.

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UNGOWA!

Wake up to the nagging of the clock radio and the sick world news
starts to pour and flow. Got yer murders, rapes and stabbings, and yer
child abuse, some guy's trying to tell you how to clean yer tooth.
Drive to work make yer way trough the billboard maze, try to catch
yer breath in the smog and haze, there's signs to sell you sex and drugs
to ease the pain and more TV shows to numb yer dead brain.
Read the paper, catch the latest body count score, turn the page and
find out 'bouth Zsa Zsa Gabor. Look down and see another pantyhose
ad, flip the page and find out why Johnny can't add.
Everything's the same when you see it on TV.
So why the heck should you even listen to me?
United States of
Generica.
Drive home, listen to the gab gab gab, evening news makes it all seem
so drab, acid rain into a cat food commercial, every day's just another
boring rehearsal.
Eat a TV dinner from a microwave oven. Geraldo's got a satanic
witchcraft coven sponsored by Lysol to keep you germ-free.
Why the heck should you even listen to me?
See the half-naked girl for the TV tease. AIDS is the ultimate media
disease. It's got sex and death and drugs to keep the ratings high.
Change the channel, belch and fart and don't ask why.
Never expect the whole story.
Cuz everything's the same when you see it on TV.
UNGOWA!
Kiss the wife goodnight and dream of endless hysteria. Welcome my
friends to the United States of Generica.
UNGOWA!

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LUV LETTERS

"I've told you so many times that I'm running out of breath because
I'm only talking till I'm blue in the face and not a moment less because
I only love the sound of my voice I know you're all impressed." But in
reality the fact is listening to you just makes me more depressed.
Here we go again, I hear the nails on the blackboard start. But when
it really comes down to it I'd rather listen to you fart. Talking only about
yourself makes you feel whole lot better. Why not just pick up a pen
and write yourself a love letter?
"Hi! How've I been? Well, the wearher's fine and I'm having wonderful
time and I wish I was here."
Signed.
Sincerely,
with
Love
from
me
to...
me
H.

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D.O.G.

I'm looking to be saved on my radio waves.
And don't care how it feels as long as I behave.
Remembering to forget my TV set.
And I don't have a clue to what happened to you.
You'll hit the ceiling when I say what I'm revealing.
Just sends you to reeling to say what I'm feeling.
I got no heart and I got no mind
And I got no eyes - if I did they'd be blind.
You got yourself lost on a twisted cross.
But I'm at a loss when you say you're the boss.
Like a king you're wearing a crown
Building castle walls all around.
You're gonna start to believe the delusions.
It could disappear without a sound
And it all could tumble on down.
Castles in the sky just always seem to crumble down to the ground.
You can listen to your heros today.
But then don't believe a word they say, 'cause you won't find your own
solution if you try to believe their delusions.

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MOUSETRAP

OK, let's play a game with a map of the world. We'll call it
Risk.
And you roll the dice so you can get more armies so you can conquer
the world.
Then you bomb, torture, rape and pillage,
Vaporize the village.
OK, let's play another game. I could tell you my secrets. We'll call it
Telephone.
And then you tell someone else until the truth is disorted and
unrecognizable.
We could make mountains out of molehills, out of nothing, out of dust
Betray your trust.
OK, one more game and the game is up. We'll call it
Mousetrap
See we got a pretty good one, we're gonna build us a better one.
We're gonna catch that pup, we're gonna string him up.
And though we can't make the world any safer playing games,
We can build a real good mousetrap.

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MARY'S NEW DRESS

At night my body stays home, my mind climbs over the fence
To a place not too far where things don't have to make sense
. And it takes with it things it collects trough the day,
Snaps them together and molds them like clay.
(Act 1) My head is a fish, my hands are fins, the only feelings I express
"It's all so meaningless." And round and round, I skim the sea and
then disappear until act 2 and 3.
Picking up speed as the night drags behind,
My logic transforms and then it stretches my mind.
The edges get blurry and that harp starts to play
As the facts dwindle down and the plot starts to sway.
(Act 2) I was sittin' on the beach on Valentine's Day
With the heart-shaped balloons all around.
The bombing commerced, I went for my gun
I jumped back in the hole and I was hit.
As my leftover thoughts from yesterday's meal
Turn into today's hunger pains they reveal
A rippled reflection of things left unsaid
in this nighttime playground, this cloud above my head.
(Act 3) I was barreling down a hill in a big rig truck out of control
Got to go real fast, I got to protect her, got to save my baby from the
satanic stamp collectors.
It's all so meaningless.

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ANTI-SATAN SONG FOR MOM

I'm not an evil guy, it makes me wonder why, you cannot understand
this thing I do with my hand. And
How come you can't see it's hilarious to me, it's just an inside joke,
meant only to poke fun
At the metal farce, fast girls and cars and devil too. So this song is
for you, 'cause
I love cats and hate the bomb. ANTI-SATAN SONG FOR MOM
and I'm as honest as the day is long. ANTI-SATAN SONG FOR MOM
S-A-T-A-N, he's not my friend, MEephistopholes, does not make me
pleased, and Beelzebub's a jerk, I am not his clerk, or his errand boy,
or his puppet toytoytoytoy.
I'm not an evil guy, it makes me wonder, you cannot understand
this thing I do with my hand.
I LOVE CATS AND HATE THE BOMB. ANTI-SATAN SONG FOR MOM
AND I'M AS HONEST AS THE DAY IS LONG. ANTISATAN SONG FOR
MOM
OH THE DEVIL REALLY MAKES ME YAWN. ANTI-SATAN SONG FOR
MOM
YOU GOT ME WONDERING WHERE I WENT WRONG. ANTI-SATAN
SONG FOR YOU
mom

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BLOATED HOUSEWIVES

They sent our brothers off to die in a land called Vietnam
While bloated housewives sat around wondering "why don't we just
drop the bomb?"
Corpses filled with Heroin made money for the C.I.A. and napalm
bombs and Agent Orange made Southeast Asia safe.
Change the country, change the names to protect the guilty ones.
Bloated housewives undercover, Central Intelligence sitting in the
suburbs saying "Sandinista sucks" and "why don't we just drop the
bombs on those slimy commie fucks?"
Bloated housewife missionary saves the heathen child.
Brown babies with bloated bellies, spirit's running wild.
"I'd tell you to get on your knees if you could reach your feet.!
So-called salvation in exchange for something to eat.
Bloated housewives rule the world!

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NIRVANA

We're just sitting here for the new messiah.
We're just sitting here waiting to achieve Nirvana.
We wanna make a Buddha appear, an Allah apparition right here.
We can't see God and we wanna know why.
We're gonna pull God down from the sky.
Born-again Christ waiting for the second coming of Christ.
Watch cable TV both day and night.
What keeps you tuned in? Is it your guilty remorse for your sins?
Stop waiting around and make shit happen.
We're just sittin' here waiting for the new massiah.
We're just sitting here waiting to achieve Nirvana.
Well I woke up this morning.

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SUPERMARKET NIGHTMARE

When I go to the super store
People look so tired and bored and their backs are sore.
As I walk up and down the aisles
The people they don't smile they look so vile.
They shop around and blanky stare.
They seem so unware. I look inside of their
S-h-o-p-p-i-n-g c-a-r-t, what do you think I see?

White bread blues
White sugar cubes
Black tar and nicotine
Red meat schemes

Dad, he had a heart attack,
Mom's got a bending back and a choking hack.
Little sister's got a lumpy chest
Cancer of the breast, all the rest.
And Bobby Joe just can't sit still
He's got to take a pill or else he gets ill.
And oh we're such a healthy family,
We take our vitamin C, wash it down with Pepsi.

White bread blues
White sugar cubes
Black tar and nicotine
Red meat schemes

Fruits are gassed and waxed and nuked,
Till it is not a fruit, it makes me wanna puke.
Bred for looks and not for taste,
For dollars and for haste, it's such a waste.
And I feel sorry for the lambs,
The turkeys and the hams caught in the scam.
I know "we are not what we eat, we are what we don't shit*"
And that is it.

White bread blues
White sugar cubes
Black tar and nicotine
Red meat schemes


(* Hugh Romney)

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POLKA

There's a little voice that says to me
I want, I want, I want, I need
And I want it all now for me
Please, oh please, oh please, oh please
But my wants and needs are separately defined inside my mind for
me.
I know I'm blind when I can't see the the differences between these
things.

Cry and scream and yell and shout
'bout how you have to do without
And oh that life is so unfair
And no one really even cares
But I know that life is so much fun when you thik that you're the only
one
Who ever had to feel pain but I think that it's kinda lame.

Get it if you want it, but don't say that you need it.

There's a little voice that says to me I want, I want, I want, I need and
I want it all now for me ohplease ohpleaseohpleaseohpleaseohpleaseoh
pleaseohpleaseohpleaseohpleaseohpleaseohpleaseohpleaseohpleaseohplease
Give it to me!

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DRINK THE KOOL-AID

Move it, go south
Empty your wallets, empty your minds.
The world is ending, let's get out of town.
I am your leader, drink the Kool-Aid.

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NAIVE CHILDREN

Well you've got everthing that you could possilby need. You've got
your fast red car. You've got your lines of speed. You've got an office
of your own and your fax machine and lots of tacky clothes for when
you make that scene. You've got some famous friends that owe you
lots of bucks. You know you've got your complaints about how it's all
such a rut and when you go to sleep, down in your big round bed,
you've got your visions of dollar signs dancing in your head.

Cruising the clubs with the label man, you've got the CMJ in your
sweaty little hands and we'll go round and round searching for the
latest thing to make the little girls wet and the cash registers ring and
we got lots of bands and we got lots of friends and we got lots of power
to shape the latest trends so won't you come on down and sell your
soul to me 'cuz though I know you're naive you didn't think this was
free, did you?

"You've got, what I want, it's blood."

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SAY IT HOW YOU MEAN IT

I'm so sick and tired of all this beating around the bush. You just don't
make no sense when you don't say what you mean and I don't
understand why you can't just come right out and say everything
that's on your mind instead of hiding it. I can't see the point of all this
running around in circles spinning wheels while your mouth just
makes these sounds. I guess I just don't get it when you say to me
forget it and hide the things you want to say even from yourself.
'Cause when you beat around the bush it gets me down and you know
I can't see when it don't make no sense to me.
'Cause I can't see the point of all this spinning around. I'm dizzy getting
dizzy and I'm falling to the ground. Once upon a time everything made
perfect sense but now everything just seems to have a perfect
defense.
Every time I turn around there's somebody saying these things they
just don't mean and now it's got me complaining. I guess I just don't
get it when you say to me forget it and hide the things you want to say
even from yourself.
'Cause when you beat around the bush it gets me down and you know
I can't see when it don't make no sense to me.
Say it how you mean it, tell me how you meant to say it and don't make
me understand it like you didn't mean to say it.

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CAGED BIRD

Baby, I got you in my little tumbscrews and now that you're all mine
I'm gonna close the blinds and you'll sing for me, just for me, and you'll
sing alright, you'll sing day and night. You got wings to fly but you
won't say goodbye, 'cause in my latest rage I bought you a cage.
I know a bird in the cage and she's singing the blues of how her little
bird lover just flew the coop, got bored of flying back and forth trying to decide
what's worth. Come on baby, she'd just rant and rage. Come on baby
come back to the cage. Sing birdie, little birdie, pretty bird I know why
you sing.

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FOLLOW ME TO THE MESSAGE

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