At the hardcore festival, it’s naturally a bit hard to make out exactly what is being sung, but, well, two things tend to stand out: the words “fucking” and “Ronald Reagan’s dead.”
there is a song called “hinckley had a vision” by the crucifucks that i am not familiar with, but it seems to be a well-loved hardcore song. not to forget canadian greats SK and british agitators def leppard who never tired of sampling reagan
posted by nathalie on June 7, 2004 9:17 AM
Remember the scene in Weird Science where our heroes throw a big new wave/preppie house party which gets crashed by a leatherclad post-apocalyptic biker gang? Prank Fest looked like that, but in reverse. Also, there was merch.
posted by jacob on June 7, 2004 11:47 AM
Reagan’s Dead
It’s 1998, Reagan’s dead!
Old man hangin’ in the oval office
Press the button put us all in our coffins
I need a nuclear missile to soothe me
Vaporize the commies it’s a national duty
Everybody frontin’ on the glasnost tip
I wanna see you piss. I’ll put you in connips
I’m gonna melt off the faces of every New Yorker
That’s what I think of your damn perestroika
I get loaded.
I’m gonna pop, pop, drop a cop
‘Cause nobody’s spared from the ticking clock
I say the faster you run, you know, the dumber you are
You’re not a future evolution. You won’t get very far
I’m no Yankee but I know the type
Yeah, the boys all got boners ‘cause the girls are ripe
And the people no longer fear World War 3
The country’s full of hippies doing LSD
Oh, rocket, come on out of the ground, now
Oh, rocket, won’t you melt us down, now?
Oh, rocket, come on out of the ground, now
Oh, rocket, won’t you melt us down, now?
Oh, rocket, come on out of the ground, now
Oh, rocket, won’t you melt us down, now?
Oh, rocket, come on out of the ground, now
Oh, rocket, won’t you melt us down, now?
Oh, rocket, come on out of the ground, now
Oh, rocket, won’t you melt us down, now?
Oh, rocket, come on out of the ground, now
Oh, rocket, won’t you melt us down, now?
Reagan died but his clone’s alive
Run and hide, mass suicide
Old man hangin’ in the oval office
Press the button put us all in our coffins
I need a nuclear missile to soothe me
Vaporize the commies it’s a national duty
Everybody frontin’ on the glasnost tip
I wanna see you piss. I’ll put you in connips
I’m gonna melt off the faces of every New Yorker
That’s what I think of your damn perestroika
posted by The Prima Donnas on June 7, 2004 2:10 PM
My new band, The Mood Killers, played with the Deadites in Dallas Saturday night where I learned that Ronald Reagan bit the dust. Later that night, the Deadites’ Kevin White jumped off the stage, hurting his leg. I yelled at him to “suck it up for Nancy.” Turns out Kevin broke his leg and now I feel like a dick, but it was funny at the time.
posted by Shawn on June 10, 2004 4:18 PM
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there is a song called “hinckley had a vision” by the crucifucks that i am not familiar with, but it seems to be a well-loved hardcore song. not to forget canadian greats SK and british agitators def leppard who never tired of sampling reagan
posted by nathalie on June 7, 2004 9:17 AM
Remember the scene in Weird Science where our heroes throw a big new wave/preppie house party which gets crashed by a leatherclad post-apocalyptic biker gang? Prank Fest looked like that, but in reverse. Also, there was merch.
posted by jacob on June 7, 2004 11:47 AM
Reagan’s Dead
It’s 1998, Reagan’s dead!
Old man hangin’ in the oval office
Press the button put us all in our coffins
I need a nuclear missile to soothe me
Vaporize the commies it’s a national duty
Everybody frontin’ on the glasnost tip
I wanna see you piss. I’ll put you in connips
I’m gonna melt off the faces of every New Yorker
That’s what I think of your damn perestroika
I get loaded.
I’m gonna pop, pop, drop a cop
‘Cause nobody’s spared from the ticking clock
I say the faster you run, you know, the dumber you are
You’re not a future evolution. You won’t get very far
I’m no Yankee but I know the type
Yeah, the boys all got boners ‘cause the girls are ripe
And the people no longer fear World War 3
The country’s full of hippies doing LSD
Oh, rocket, come on out of the ground, now
Oh, rocket, won’t you melt us down, now?
Oh, rocket, come on out of the ground, now
Oh, rocket, won’t you melt us down, now?
Oh, rocket, come on out of the ground, now
Oh, rocket, won’t you melt us down, now?
Oh, rocket, come on out of the ground, now
Oh, rocket, won’t you melt us down, now?
Oh, rocket, come on out of the ground, now
Oh, rocket, won’t you melt us down, now?
Oh, rocket, come on out of the ground, now
Oh, rocket, won’t you melt us down, now?
Reagan died but his clone’s alive
Run and hide, mass suicide
Old man hangin’ in the oval office
Press the button put us all in our coffins
I need a nuclear missile to soothe me
Vaporize the commies it’s a national duty
Everybody frontin’ on the glasnost tip
I wanna see you piss. I’ll put you in connips
I’m gonna melt off the faces of every New Yorker
That’s what I think of your damn perestroika
posted by The Prima Donnas on June 7, 2004 2:10 PM
My new band, The Mood Killers, played with the Deadites in Dallas Saturday night where I learned that Ronald Reagan bit the dust. Later that night, the Deadites’ Kevin White jumped off the stage, hurting his leg. I yelled at him to “suck it up for Nancy.” Turns out Kevin broke his leg and now I feel like a dick, but it was funny at the time.
posted by Shawn on June 10, 2004 4:18 PM
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