Woorden: Dead Kennedys. Plastic Surgery Disasters. Halloween.

Look at me go

So it's Halloween
And you feel like dancin'
And you feel like shinin'
And you feel like letting loose

Oh, whatcha gonna be
Babe, you better know
And you better plan
Better plan all day

Better plan all week
Better plan all month
Better plan all year

You're dressed up like a clown
Putting on your act
It's the only time all year
You'll ever admit that

I can see your eyes, I can see your brain
Baby, nothing's changed
I can see your eyes, I can see your brain
Baby, nothing's changed

Because you're hiding in a mask
Take your fun seriously
No, don't blow this year's chance
Tomorrow your mold goes back on
After Halloween, after Halloween

You go to work today
You'll go to work tomorrow
Shit faced tonight
You'll brag about it for months

Remember what I did
Remember what I was
Back on Halloween

But what's in between
Where are your ideas
You sit around and dream
For next Halloween

Why not everyday, are you so afraid
What will people say
Why not everyday, are you so afraid
What will people say
After Halloween, after Halloween, after Halloween

Because your role is planned for you
There's nothing you can do
But stop and think it through
But what will the boss say to you

And what will your girlfriend say to you
And the people out on the street they might glare at you
And what do you know you're pretty self conscious too

So you run back and stuff yourselves in rigid business costumes
Only at night to score is your leather uniform exhumed
Why don't you take your social regulations
Shove 'em up your ass

Why don't you take your social regulations
Shove 'em up your ass
Why don't you take your social regulations
And shove 'em up your ass