The projects first release was a single in 1988 of two Ministry outtakes from the Land of Rape and Honey album, entitled "Apathy" b/w "Better Ways". The name supposedly came from WaxTrax! co-founder/co-owner Jim Nash. When he heard the songs, he said "No one's gonna play this, it's gonna take a thousand homo DJs to play this for anyone to buy it."
"Apathy" was followed up by another single in 1990 featuring a cover of Black Sabbath's "Supernaut". The cover featured Nine Inch Nail's Trent Reznor on vocals and Rigor Mortis ' and Ministry touring member Mike Scaccia on lead guitar. The B-side featured a track called Hey Asshole, written by Al Jourgensen and drummer Jeff Ward. The track features a droning bass line and a constant chant of "Hey! Asshole!" (with Jello Biafra, amongst others), while Ward does an impersonation of a cop.
The "Supernaut" single was eventually issued on CD with the entire "Apathy" single as a bonus, while all four songs were later re-issued on the 2004 Ministry compilation "Side Trax" with the bands other short lived side projects.
The members of 1000 Homo DJs are identified by pseudonyms in the "Supernaut" CD liner notes. The identities of most members are fairly certain.
* Buck Satan: Al Jourgensen
* Officer Agro: Jeff Ward
* Ike Krull: Trent Reznor
* The Temple of Drool Choir: Mike O'Connell, Wes Kidd, Brian St. Clair, Herb Rosen, Joe Kelly, Jerry Rodgers
* Wee Willie Reefer: William Rieflin
* Viva Nova: likely Pamela Manning (stage name Viva Nova)
* Count Ringworm: Jello Biafra
Trent Reznor's contribution to "Supernaut" (see below) is uncredited.
The nature of Trent Reznor's contribution to 1000 Homo DJs' record has been debated. What is certain is that Reznor recorded the original vocals for "Supernaut." This performance was not officially used because Reznor's label TVT Records refused to allow his appearance on the release.[6] Reznor's version would ultimately be released as "Supernaut (Trent Reznor Vocal Version)" by TVT four years later on the retrospective Black Box - Wax Trax! Records: The First 13 Years after TVT's purchase of Wax Trax!.
Jourgensen's immediate response to TVT's ultimatum is uncertain. An oft-repeated story tells that instead of recording new vocals, Jourgensen merely ran Reznor's performance through a distortion effect to mask its identity.[7][8] According to this story, every WaxTrax! recording of "Supernaut" contains Reznor's vocals. However, a dissenting group claims this is an urban legend, and that Jourgensen did record new vocals for the EP—albeit in a similar style to Reznor's initial performance.
Statements made by both Reznor and Jourgensen seem to confirm the latter view. In a 1992 Prodigy post regarding "Supernaut," Reznor said,
finally told Al to redo it without me. The version that Wax Trax put out is Al, the version on the NIN (bootleg, i might add) single is me.[9]
Reznor refers to the two-track Suck bootleg, which contains the recording of "Supernaut" that later appeared on Black Box. Jourgensen made a similar statement in a 2003 interview. When asked whose vocals appear on "Supernaut," Jourgensen replied,
That would be me on the original, on WaxTrax! The later version released on TVT was Trent Reznor... then the remixed version had my vocals on it.[10]
referring to the WaxTrax! EP, Black Box, and Greatest Fits versions, respectively. This corroborates that only the Trent Reznor Vocal Version contains Reznor's performance, and Jourgensen in fact sings on most versions of the song.
Released February 11, 2022 A rare treat for fans of the studio side project from Ministry's Al Jourgensen & Paul Barker - 1000 Homo DJs (via Bandcamp
Includes both the Al and Trent vocal takes of the title track, a killer cover of the Black Sabbath classic, plus an exclusive never before released remix along with the rest of the tracks from the 1990 EP plus the 1988 self-titled 12" single
Hey Asshole
1000 Homo DJs Lyrics
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What is that? Get a fucking hair... What is that fucking long hair? Get a haircut. Hey Joe, look at this guy! Can you see this? He's a fucking sissy. That's right. Alright, up against the car now. That's right, spread'em! I said spread'em!
You punk. Look at you, you fucking punk.
What rights? You want to hear your rights? Fuck your rights. Spread'em. Hey, you want to spend the night in county, huh? Huh? What do you think you are? Huh? You think you're fucking smart? Why I ought to... Hey what is that, punk? What did you call me? You call me "pig"? I'll fucking throw you down so fast... Fuck you. You punk. Alright, fuck you. Where did you get this fucking car anyways? What is this, a Dodge? Fucking '69 Dodge? You're driving... You got a license for this? You got plates? Where's the plates on this thing? I'll bet you ain't got any insurance. You're driving around with no insurance, aren't you? Hey Joe, look at this guy. Alright, hey, what do you ... what's with your bitch? Get her out ... You, bitch, get out of the car now, too. Yeah that's right. Spread'em! Get a fucking haircut! You got a job? What kind of job? Get a real job, punk!
What's with your chick? She fucking ... Oh, Jesus Christ, she's got an earing in her nose! Joe, look at this chick! She's fucking sick. My God! I hope she don't fucking hang around with chicks ... I don't want my fucking daughter ... Oh God, what a nightmare! Quit your fucking whining. I don't want to hear about it. Get in the back ... Look, I don't want to hear about your fucking rights. You got one right. You got the right to get in the back seat of the car now. You got it? What? What was that? I didn't hear that. I didn't fucking hear that. Look, that's it. You're going down now. That's it. And what's with that fucking earing? What are you a fag? You some kind of fucking sissy, huh? That's right, you're going down with me ... and you too ma'am. Let's go. I'm sorry, I don't want to hear about it. I don't want to hear your crying. You're with him. Don't give me this. Let's see the fucking shit in your pockets. Come on. You're coming with me now.
Hey look, I can make this real easy. I can just beat the shit out of you and drop you off somewhere and fuck the report. You know I got three fucking pages of reports in triplicate. So fuck you. You give me any hard time I'm going to fuck you up. You understand? You see this fucking gun right here? I'll drill you so full of holes you won't know what the fuck hit you.
My God, you're basically crying. God dammit, she sounds like a fucking ... blaugh. Oh she's annoying! Oh my God she sounds like fucking ... uh ... what the hell is that ... Joe, who is that bitch that whines all the time? That, uh, Erma Bombeck or somebody?
Alright, open up the trunk. That's right. What's with the bat? What's with the bat in the back seat? What, do you play baseball? Oh I see. Oh you're a gangbanger. Let me see your fucking signs, let me see your colors. You got colors? I got colors. Right here. Fucking black and blue all over your face.
What, are you representing? You want to throw down, punk, huh?
You have the right to remain silent. You have the right to an attorney. If you don't have the money for an attorney, an attorney will be appointed for you. If you give up this right, then everything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. Do you understand? Oh, fuck you, I don't care if you understand. Get in the fucking back seat now! Spread'em, punk! Punk, I ought to give you a haircut right now. Hey Joe, get me my fucking razorblade. I'm cutting this kid's hair now. Look at him. He looks like a fucking asshole. He's a sissy. He's a fucking faggot. He drives a Dodge! Where are you from? Are you from the south side? Ohhh! Punk. You're a punk. I eat you for breakfast you little fucking weasel.
Look at his fucking mug on this picture on his license. He looks so decrepit I can't believe it. He's got a face only a mother could hate.
Freeze, asshole! Freeze, you fucking son of a bitch! Look, hey, I'm fucking too fat to be chasing you around. I'll fucking drill you full of holes, you punk. Quit your fucking running around. Hey look, I'm going to kill you now! Then I'll throw you out in the back seat, out in a back alley on the fucking south side and no one will ever know what the fuck happened to you. In the river with you, you punk.
That's right, you want to spend the night in county, huh? Huh? You punk, huh? You got a job? Get a job!
Oh! What's this bag here? You got a bag of powder? Why don't you give me some and we'll forget about it. That's right. Yeah alright, so what. Yeah, well, yeah what am I? - fucking God? I'm human too. You know, you fucking punks you think we're all fucking the same. We're human! We got feelings! You treat us like shit, you treat us like fucking pigs. If it wasn't for us you little punks would be beaten up by some fucking nazi somewhere.
(Woman: Oh, not those handcuffs. I want the fur-lined ones.)
Hey you like my boots?
The lyrics of 1000 Homo DJs’ song Hey Asshole are a satirical take on the stereotype of aggressive and abusive police officers. The lyrics describe a scenario where the officers pull over a car and start harassing the driver and the passengers, insulting them and ultimately arresting them. The officers belittle the driver for his long hair and mock the passenger for their appearance. They threaten the occupants with violence and make derogatory comments about their sexuality. The officers also discover drugs and a bat in the car, leading to further aggression and threats. The chorus of the song repeats the officers' demands to "spread 'em" and their insults, creating a mocking and confrontational tone.
This song was originally recorded by the band Ministry for their album "Twitch" in 1986, but was never released on the album. Singer Al Jourgensen gave the song to industrial rock musician Trent Reznor of Nine Inch Nails, who released it on his record label, Nothing Records, in 1990 under the name 1000 Homo DJs. The lyrics of the song were written by Jourgensen, while the vocals were performed by Reznor.
Line by Line Meaning
Hey, hey you, hey you punk, yeah that's right pull over now. Pull over now. I said pull it over! That's right. Let me see some ID. Let me see your license. What is this? What is this? This says "expired". Alright, get the fuck out of the car now.
Police officer pulls over a car and demands to see the driver's identification and license. The officer discovers that the license is expired and orders the driver to exit the car.
What is that? Get a fucking hair... What is that fucking long hair? Get a haircut. Hey Joe, look at this guy! Can you see this? He's a fucking sissy. That's right. Alright, up against the car now. That's right, spread'em! I said spread'em!
The officer insults the driver's appearance, orders him to stand against the car, and forces him to spread his legs for a search.
You punk. Look at you, you fucking punk. What rights? You want to hear your rights? Fuck your rights. Spread'em. Hey, you want to spend the night in county, huh? Huh? What do you think you are? Huh? You think you're fucking smart? Why I ought to... Hey what is that, punk? What did you call me? You call me "pig"? I'll fucking throw you down so fast... Fuck you. You punk. Alright, fuck you. Where did you get this fucking car anyways? What is this, a Dodge? Fucking '69 Dodge? You're driving... You got a license for this? You got plates? Where's the plates on this thing? I'll bet you ain't got any insurance. You're driving around with no insurance, aren't you? Hey Joe, look at this guy. Alright, hey, what do you ... what's with your bitch? Get her out ... You, bitch, get out of the car now, too. Yeah that's right. Spread'em! Get a fucking haircut! You got a job? What kind of job? Get a real job, punk!
The officer continues to verbally abuse the driver, accusing him of driving without proper documentation, insulting his passenger, and demanding to see her identification and verifying her employment.
Alright, freeze! Stay right where you are, don't move a fucking inch. Don't move a muscle. That's right, down, down on the floor, get down. On your tummy. Spread'em! What is this? What do we got here? A package. You got a package. What is this doing? White package. Oh, I see, yeah, you're a fucking drug addict. You're a fucking drug addict! Get a fucking job!
The officer orders the driver and passenger to get on the ground, inspects a package in the car, and accuses the driver of being a drug addict.
What's with your chick? She fucking ... Oh, Jesus Christ, she's got an earing in her nose! Joe, look at this chick! She's fucking sick. My God! I hope she don't fucking hang around with chicks ... I don't want my fucking daughter ... Oh God, what a nightmare! Quit your fucking whining. I don't want to hear about it. Get in the back ... Look, I don't want to hear about your fucking rights. You got one right. You got the right to get in the back seat of the car now. You got it? What? What was that? I didn't hear that. I didn't fucking hear that. Look, that's it. You're going down now. That's it. And what's with that fucking earing? What are you a fag? You some kind of fucking sissy, huh? That's right, you're going down with me ... and you too ma'am. Let's go. I'm sorry, I don't want to hear about it. I don't want to hear your crying. You're with him. Don't give me this. Let's see the fucking shit in your pockets. Come on. You're coming with me now.
The officer continues to insult and harass the passenger, mocking her appearance and implying that she is a lesbian. The officer then orders both the driver and passenger to get into the back seat of the car and searches them.
Hey look, I can make this real easy. I can just beat the shit out of you and drop you off somewhere and fuck the report. You know I got three fucking pages of reports in triplicate. So fuck you. You give me any hard time I'm going to fuck you up. You understand? You see this fucking gun right here? I'll drill you so full of holes you won't know what the fuck hit you.
The officer threatens to use physical violence against the driver and makes it clear that he has the power to falsify the report of the incident.
My God, you're basically crying. God dammit, she sounds like a fucking ... blaugh. Oh she's annoying! Oh my God she sounds like fucking ... uh ... what the hell is that ... Joe, who is that bitch that whines all the time? That, uh, Erma Bombeck or somebody?
The officer disparages the passenger's emotional state and insults her by comparing her to a annoying comedian.
Alright, open up the trunk. That's right. What's with the bat? What's with the bat in the back seat? What, do you play baseball? Oh I see. Oh you're a gangbanger. Let me see your fucking signs, let me see your colors. You got colors? I got colors. Right here. Fucking black and blue all over your face.
The officer commands the driver to open the trunk and questions him about the presence of a bat in the back seat, accusing him of being a gang member.
What, are you representing? You want to throw down, punk, huh?
The officer provokes the driver, challenging him to fight.
You have the right to remain silent. You have the right to an attorney. If you don't have the money for an attorney, an attorney will be appointed for you. If you give up this right, then everything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. Do you understand? Oh, fuck you, I don't care if you understand. Get in the fucking back seat now! Spread'em, punk! Punk, I ought to give you a haircut right now. Hey Joe, get me my fucking razorblade. I'm cutting this kid's hair now. Look at him. He looks like a fucking asshole. He's a sissy. He's a fucking faggot. He drives a Dodge! Where are you from? Are you from the south side? Ohhh! Punk. You're a punk. I eat you for breakfast you little fucking weasel. Look at his fucking mug on this picture on his license. He looks so decrepit I can't believe it. He's got a face only a mother could hate.
The officer reads the Miranda rights to the driver, but dismisses his understanding of them. The officer continues to insult the driver and threatens to give him a haircut with a razorblade.
Freeze, asshole! Freeze, you fucking son of a bitch! Look, hey, I'm fucking too fat to be chasing you around. I'll fucking drill you full of holes, you punk. Quit your fucking running around. Hey look, I'm going to kill you now! Then I'll throw you out in the back seat, out in a back alley on the fucking south side and no one will ever know what the fuck happened to you. In the river with you, you punk.
The officer threatens to use deadly force against the driver and suggests that he will dispose of the body in a manner that would go unnoticed.
That's right, you want to spend the night in county, huh? Huh? You punk, huh? You got a job? Get a job!
The officer continues to harass the driver about his employment status and threatens him with arrest.
Oh! What's this bag here? You got a bag of powder? Why don't you give me some and we'll forget about it. That's right. Yeah alright, so what. Yeah, well, yeah what am I? - fucking God? I'm human too. You know, you fucking punks you think we're all fucking the same. We're human! We got feelings! You treat us like shit, you treat us like fucking pigs. If it wasn't for us you little punks would be beaten up by some fucking nazi somewhere.
The officer discovers drugs in the car and offers to forget about it in exchange for a share. The officer also expresses frustration with the way police are treated and perceived by the public.
(Woman: Oh, not those handcuffs. I want the fur-lined ones.)
The passenger makes a sarcastic comment about the type of handcuffs used by the officer.
Hey you like my boots?
The officer makes a non sequitur comment about his own boots.
Contributed by Miles D. Suggest a correction in the comments below.