Aging Punk Icon Hates Tech Yuppies

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    Jello Biafra doesn't care for the yuppies taking over San Francisco.

    Jello Biafra, who is starting to look like someone's drunken uncle, has something to say about San Francisco. And that something isn't real nice. Let's just say it involves chasing people down Valencia with a chainsaw.

    In the lyrics to "Dot Com Monte Carlo," the former Dead Kennedy's frontman rattles on about his strong dislike of the gentrification going on in San Francisco, due to the "yuppie" tech geek takeover.

    But let's face it, what's a punk rocker if he's not angry at the establishment or current state of things? 

    From Jello Biafra and the Guantanamo School of Medicine's upcoming EP:

    "Where did they come from?


    Why are they here?


    Hi-tech piranhas


    With Bluetooth barnacle ears

    Living breathing biohazards


    Spit their money in everyone’s face


    Worship all these shitty indie-pop bands


    Babies in cigar bars


    Trying to play Gatsby

    They want us gone


    Close the clubs


    We might disturb their lofts


    Dot com Monte Carlo


    Dot com Monte Carlo

    Where’s the gangs in the mission


    When you need em?


    How ‘bout some yuppie drive-bys


    For a change?

    Never knew geeks


    Could be so damn mean


    Artists and workers


    Bulldozed out by the thousands


    Can’t afford to be black


    Or teach school in this town


    My vet had to relocate


    To his garage

    Where can we go


    Oakland, then to Portland then LA?


    Their Gold Rush immolated like Pompeii


    But they’re back!

    Dot com Monte Carlo


    Yuppie San Francisco


    Nowhere left to go


    We got news for you

    Kook City


    Proud of it


    You and the Chamber of Commerce


    Can shove it

    Kook City


    Proud of it


    You and Nancy Pelosi


    Can go straight to hell

    Valet parking signs on Valencia


    Wanna chase those twits


    Down the street with a chainsaw


    Trespass their restaurants


    Swipe the food off their plates


    Til’ they hit me


    Then smear them with honey


    And release thousands of bees

    Look at the giant middle finger


    They put by the Bay Bridge


    So floors of luxury condos


    Just for them


    They’re trying to put up more and more


    On slippery landfill,


    So when the big quake comes


    We’ll drink a toast


    Dance in the streets


    And watch as it all fall down

    Timber


    Timber


    Timber

    .DIE!"

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