Vlastním jménem Eric Boucher, zpěvák a vedoucí kalifornské punkové skupiny Dead Kennedys (od r. 1977). Poč. r. 1987 se skupina rozchází, přičemž jedním z důvodů byl soudní proces na téma cenzury. Biafra je přitom známý ostrými a kontroverzními...
Píseň: Three Strikes
- Interpret:
- Jello Biafra
- Album:
- The Audacity Of Hype
When they came for the Jews I didn’t protest, I wasn’t a Jew When they came for the crack dealers I applauded that too Tired of tripping over homeless beggars At the latte stand Drug war sweeps Made the neighbourhood feel clean Then they found some pot seeds In my rented car Seized everything I owned Without trial Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh Oh-oh In the hot hot Sun Of an abandoned Army base Rot the throngs of excess humans Uncle Sam’s “Detained” Immigrants and patriotically incorrect Or buying a ticket at the airport in cash While back This is ethnic cleansing American style More people in jail Than any country’s ever tried Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh Oh-oh Welcome to the gulag Of the Red, White, and Blue Gotta keep up with the Chinese slaves So hard labour for you Pushups on command Long marches, shaved heads Guards cost money So we use an electric fence When it’s 100 outside Chain gangs mow the lawn Freeze your ass off and shovel snow When it’s 15 below Three Strikes Three Strikes Three Strikes You’re out Life in prison for stealing a can of beer Or sitting in a stolen truck Or swipe your cousin’s TV Life for shoplifting one jar of vitamins Supreme Court said that ain’t Cruel and unusual punishment The more our prisons Are privately owned Prison-industrial complex grows They need more bodies To cram in more cells So they finance campaigns For more 3 strike laws Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh Oh-oh Three Strikes Three Strikes Three Strikes You’re out Let me out!
