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Saturday Night Holocaust Lyrics
There's a prefab building and a funny smell
Around the hill outside of town
Every now and then we wonder
But we shrug our shoulders
And get back to work...
There's a railroad there and trains go by
And there's people locked in cattle cars
And have you noticed
The french fries at the A&W
Taste a little strange?
I drive down to the disco
Pompadour and pink lamme
I bow and blow the doorman
He parts the chain, says join the game
A quick line in the girls' room
To the bar for the electrodes
A coin into the right slit
Tape my temple, watch me go
Blacks are banned, 'cept on the records
O' life's a cabaret Like Berlin, 1930
All I crave is my escape
Now I want your perfect Barbie-doll lips
And I wnat your perfect Barbie-doll eyes
Slip my fingers down your Barbie-doll dress
Up and down your Spandex ass
If I lit a match to you
You'd melt before my eyes
C'mere my pretty glow-worm
You look so fine to dance with me
The fly-eye lights a-throbbin'
I'm burning up the floor
Whirling twirling
Close my eyes
No faces judging me
But I want your perfect Barbie-doll lips
And I wnat your perfect Barbie-doll eyes
Slip my fingers down your Barbie-doll dress
Up and down your Spandex ass
A Hitler youth in jogging suit
Smiling face banded 'round his arm
Says 'Line up, you've got work to do
We need dog food for the poor'
A scream bleats out, we're herded into lines
Customized vans wait outside
I'm getting scared of my new home
To Auschwitz Condominiums we go
Oh no
But I want your perfect Barbie-doll lips
And I wnat your perfect Barbie-doll eyes
Let my fingers down your dress
One more time...
Around the hill outside of town
Every now and then we wonder
But we shrug our shoulders
And get back to work...
There's a railroad there and trains go by
And there's people locked in cattle cars
And have you noticed
The french fries at the A&W
Taste a little strange?
Pompadour and pink lamme
I bow and blow the doorman
He parts the chain, says join the game
A quick line in the girls' room
To the bar for the electrodes
A coin into the right slit
Tape my temple, watch me go
Blacks are banned, 'cept on the records
O' life's a cabaret Like Berlin, 1930
All I crave is my escape
And I wnat your perfect Barbie-doll eyes
Slip my fingers down your Barbie-doll dress
Up and down your Spandex ass
You'd melt before my eyes
C'mere my pretty glow-worm
You look so fine to dance with me
The fly-eye lights a-throbbin'
I'm burning up the floor
Whirling twirling
Close my eyes
No faces judging me
And I wnat your perfect Barbie-doll eyes
Slip my fingers down your Barbie-doll dress
Up and down your Spandex ass
Smiling face banded 'round his arm
Says 'Line up, you've got work to do
We need dog food for the poor'
A scream bleats out, we're herded into lines
Customized vans wait outside
I'm getting scared of my new home
To Auschwitz Condominiums we go
Oh no
But I want your perfect Barbie-doll lips
And I wnat your perfect Barbie-doll eyes
Let my fingers down your dress
One more time...
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great... no other word fits...
This song is about the elitist attitudes and policies of discos and disco dancers.
:-/ this is my least favourite DKs song
I now love it.
Best song off of "Give me Convienience or Give me Death"
Wow, mountainjew, i guess a year'll do that. I figure "Pull My Strings" or "I FOught The Law" are the best tracks on the album (besides CUA and HIC)
I'd say "Police Truck", "Too Drunk to Fuck", "Saturday Night Holocaust", "Pull My Strings" and "Straight A's" were the top 5 songs on it.
It's funny how this is about a disco, since once the song gets into the fast part the guitar and bass riffs and drum beat are almost catchy enough to dance to.
"First they came for the Socialists, and I did not speak out— Because I was not a Socialist. Then they came for the Trade Unionists, and I did not speak out— Because I was not a Trade Unionist. Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out— Because I was not a Jew. Then they came for me—and there was no one left to speak for me."
It's about complacency in the wake of human suffering. In addition, the disco scene of the 1970s was notorious for it's hedonism and debauchery. The character in this song, is escaping into pleasure to avoid dealing with the hard truths of his reality. But it's only a temporary respite, because eventually the same unpleasantness he does not want to acknowledge or think about catches up with him.