Dead Kennedys - Trust Your Mechanic Lyrics




TV invents a disease
You think you have
So you buy our drugs
And soon you depend on them
Pain is in your mind
Gotcha comin' back for more
Again and again and again and again
Gonna rip you off
Rip you off

Doctor says you need surgery now
Feelin' good 'til the side effects
Fuck up something else
You're ensnared by the medicine man
Paying up the ass
Again and again
Gonna rip you off

Trust your mechanic to mend your car
Bring it in to his garage
He tightens and loosens a few spare parts
One thing's fixed, another falls apart
And the rich eat you

A magazine says your face don't look quite right
Unless you wear our brand new wonder creme tonight
Never look right again
Unless you grease your skin
Again and again and again and again
Gonna rip you off

Told you're depressed
So of course you see the psychiatrist
Right when you hit your neuroses' roots
He confuses you
He fucks your head up worse
Gotcha feeling helpless
You're comin' back for more
Again and again
Gonna rip you off
Rip you off

Trust your mechanic
To make you well
You're seeing an awful lot of him now
The quicker he makes your life fall apart
The more money you put in his pockets

Trust your mechanic
To plug your holes
Trust him to make more
Somewhere else
Trust your mechanic
He'll always come through
And rip you off





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  1. NameNick 905

    TV invents a disease you think you have
    So you buy our drugs and soon you depend on them
    Pain is in your mind gotcha comin' back for more
    Again and again and again and again, gonna rip you off
    Rip you off

    Doctor says you need surgery now
    You're feelin' good 'til the side effects fuck up something else
    You're ensnared by the medicine man paying up the ass again and again, gonna rip you off

    Trust your mechanic to mend your car
    Bring it in to his garage
    He tightens and loosens a few spare parts
    One thing's fixed, another falls apart
    And the rich eat you

    A magazine says your face don't look quite right
    Unless you wear our brand new wonder creme tonight
    Never look right again unless you grease your skin
    Again and again and again and again, gonna rip you off

    Told you're depressed so of course you see the psychiatrist
    Right when you hit your neuroses' roots he confuses you
    He fucks your head up worse, gotcha feeling helpless
    You're comin' back for more again and again, gonna rip you off
    Rip you off

    Trust your mechanic to make you well
    You see an awful lot of him now
    The quicker he makes your life fall apart
    The more money you put in his pockets

    Trust your mechanic to plug your holes
    Trust him to make more somewhere else
    Trust your mechanic, he'll always come through and rip you off

  2. C / B

    Random fact: The glass-like trickle heard in the slower sections of the song is a whammy bar (Or similar metal object.) being applied to the strings over the neck & bridge pick-ups.

  3. Doctor Baker

    this is their best album! such original stylized tracks!

  4. deathpunx13

    THANK YOU ORCHARD!!! You fuggin ROCK