Moron

Dead Milkmen · Eat Your Paisley [1986]

Hangin' out in the commode

Listening to Depeche Mode

You look like some kind of toad

Why are you a moron?



Got a skateboard "gnarly rad"

With money from your mom and dad

Take a bath 'cause you smell bad

Why are you a moron?



Walkin' down on old South Street

Say "Hello" to the kids you meet

If knowing you is such a treat

Then why are you a moron?



Got kicked out of public school

Make a waste of our gene pool

Face it asshole, you're a fool

Why are you a moron?



"I'm starin' at a wall doin' nothin' at all

Gotta get out a' here I could use some beer

Wish I could get some beer

I could use some beer tonight"



In and out of trendy clubs

With a pair of dayglow gloves

You're the only one you love

Why are you a moron?



Tell us you've got somethin' to say

Then bore us with your anarchy

We just wish you'd go away

Why are you a moron?



A trendy loser's what you are

It's your scene and your it's czar

I'd like to see you covered with tar

Why are you a moron?



Creeps like you should be wiped out

You've got a face just like a trout

Listen to everybody shout

Why are you a moron?



"I'm followin' the trends 'cause I wanna

have some friends. I wanna be somebody.

Don't wanna be nobody, I wanna be

somebody. I wanna be with someone tonight"



I swear that you are Hitler's clone

You spread disease wherever you roam

Got the brains of a garden gnome

Why are you a moron?



Voted for Reagan not once but twice

Think that Jerry Falwell's nice

Do you keep your brains on ice?

Why are you a moron?



In the end you're all alone

No one calls you on the phone

Got no job you've got no home

Why are you a moron?



Hangin' out in the commode

Listenin' to Depeche Mode

You look like some kind of toad

You're just a fuckin' moron!



"I'm freezed up inside. All my brain cells

have died. I'm gonna get out a' here. I'm

gonna get out a' here. I'm gonna get out

a' here. I'm gonna get out a' here tonight."

Moron

Dead Milkmen's "Moron" stands as a quintessential example of the band's early post-punk and alternative rock output, released on their 1986 debut album, Eat Your Paisley. The track exemplifies the group's signature blend of abrasive guitar work, driving rhythms, and socially conscious lyrics that often targeted political hypocrisy and societal absurdity. As a defining recording from their formative era, the song captures the raw energy and critical edge that would characterize their discography throughout the late 1980s and beyond. It remains a staple of the band's catalog, reflecting the cultural zeitgeist of the mid-80s alternative scene while establishing their reputation as a formidable voice in the underground rock landscape.