Saturday Night Holocaust
Dead Kennedys 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 is a strange building on the hill outside of town, with an odd smell emanating from it. Sometimes we wonder what is inside, but we don't think about it too much and return to our daily routine.

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?
Trains pass by on the railway, with people locked inside the cattle cars. The singer also mentions that the french fries at a nearby fast food restaurant taste different. Perhaps there are some unsavory happenings taking place behind the scenes?

I drive down to the disco Pompadour and pink lamme I bow and blow the doorman He parts the chain, says join the game
The singer takes a trip to the disco, dressed in a flamboyant manner. They perform a gesture of respect to the doorman, who allows them entry to the club's activity.

A quick line in the girls room To the bar for the electrodes A coin into the right slits Tape my temple watch me go
The artist heads to the ladies' room for a quick fix before proceeding to the bar. They insert a coin into an unknown device, which triggers a reaction in their system.

Now I want your perfect Barbie-doll lips And I want your perfect Barbie-doll eyes Slip my fingers down your Barbie-doll dress Up and down your spandex ass
The artist is fantasizing about another person, wishing to see them as a perfect plastic figurine with unrealistic proportions. They crave to touch every inch of them in obscene ways.

If I lit a match for you You'd melt before my eyes come here my pretty glow-worm You look so fine to dance with me
The singer is seductively calling a lady over to dance, even going so far as to make an incendiary joke.

The fly-eye lights are throbbin' I'm burning up the floor Whirling twirling Close my eyes No faces judging me
The music in the club is intense, causing the singer to dance uncontrollably. They want to lose themselves in the rhythm and not be bothered by anyone.

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 young man wearing Nazi attire is making demands of the artist, instructing them to line up to do work. He states that their efforts are to feed the poor who can only afford dog food.

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
The situation has taken a drastic turn, with the people at the club being herded like animals into waiting vans. The artist realizes with terror that they are being transported to a place akin to the concentration camps of Auschwitz.

Now I want your perfect Barbie-doll lips And I want your perfect Barbie-doll eyes Let my fingers down your dress One more time
As the song ends, the artist reiterates their desire for the perfect plastic image of a woman, wanting to touch them some more.