Oh you're getting your money's worth today folks and folkettes. Four hundred and seventy seconds of beautiful Jello Biafra barf. If, after about thirty of these fine units of time, you say to yourself 'I cannot listen to this shit.' and press the big old pause button, then you're cheating only yourself.
It has been, I believe, eighteen years since I heard the line 'Ever hear about the guy in New York, who's dick fell off in the bath after he shot it full of coke?' as sung by Mr. Biafra. After revisiting it today I can assure you that it has aged like a fine fucking wine.
You need to hear this whole song, ideally over and over and over again, ideallier as you writhe in the throes of adolescent romance. Do it, people. Eventually, you won't be sorry.