Текст (слова) песни: Dead Kennedys - The Prey

Youre from out of town
I can tell that by your shoes
Flew in for the convention
Getting tipsy in a bar

Youre leaving pretty late
Gotta get up in the morning
Thinking shes just too expensive
And you know youre:
Probably:
Right

Theres no one on the streets
And you cant find your hotel
You walk a little faster
-someones following you

The wallet-size bulge
In your double-knit butt
Has money for me
And maybe credit cards

You dart around the next corner
You cant look around
Quick now, fish for the keys for the door
You dont even know where you are

You walk a little faster
I walk a little faster
Sensing that I sense you
Now theres no escape

I can almost taste your dandruff
As I reach for your face
-And I strike
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A Commercial
Anarchy For Sale
Buzzbomb From Pasadena
California Uber Alles
Cesspools In Eden
Chemical Warfare
Dear Abby
Do The Slag
Drug Me
Fleshdunce
Forward To Death
Funland At The Beach
Gone With My Wind
Holiday In Cambodia
Hop With The Jet Set
I Kill Children
I Spy
Ill In The Head
Insight
Kill The Poor
Kinky Sex Makes The World Go `Round
Let`s Lynch The Landford
Life Sentence
Macho Insecurity
Night Of The Living Rednecks
One Way Ticket To Pluto
Police Truck
Pull My Strings
Rambozo The Clown
Saturday Night Holocaust
Short Songs
Shrink
Stealing People Mail
Straight A`s
Take This Job And Shove It
The Great Wall
The Man With The Dogs
The Prey
Too Drunk To Fuck
Triumph of The Swill
Viva Las Vegas
When Ya Get Drafted
Your Emotions