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