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In lonely gas stations with mini-marts
youand'll find rows of them for sale
liquor-filled statues of elvis presley
drink like a vampire
his disciples flock to such a fitting shrine
sprawled across from his graceless mansion
a shopping mall
filled with prayer rugs and elvis dolls
And i wonder
yeah i wonder
will elvis take the place of jesus in a thousand years
Religious wars
barbaric laws
bloodshed worldwide
over whatand's left of his myth
A growing boy needs his lunch
When pesticides get banned weand're safe up north
we just sell them to those other countries
soon thereand's lots of exotic deformed babies
somehow thatand's not our fault
Just dip and'em in glaze paint and'em orange and green
for the arizona roadside stands
to sell alongside plaster burros and birthbaths
And i wonder
yeah i wonder
why so many insects around us feed off the dead
Death squads
starvation
foreign aid?
just leave it to the magic of the marketplace
A growing boy needs his lunch
Everyone should just love each other
dip your toe into the fire
drop your guns and lawsuits and love each other
life begins beyond the bunker
and while youand're busy hugging in the streets
outgrowing your hatred for all to feel
jiminy cricketand's found a game to play
stick your neck out and trust-itand'll be chopped away
jimmy through your locked front doors
rifle through your sacred drawers
line my pockets
deface your dreams
til the cows come home to me
Nibbling like an earwig winding through your brain
bound like lawrence harvey spreadeagle to a bed
the migraine gets worse when we find out we lay eggs
and no one in all of borneo can hear you scream
Turn on
tune in
cop out
Drop kick turn in tune out
Dead Kennedys
A growing boy needs his lunch
A growing boy needs his lunch
In lonely gas stations with mini-marts
youand'll find rows of them for sale
liquor-filled statues of elvis presley
drink like a vampire
his disciples flock to such a fitting shrine
sprawled across from his graceless mansion
a shopping mall
filled with prayer rugs and elvis dolls
And i wonder
yeah i wonder
will elvis take the place of jesus in a thousand years
Religious wars
barbaric laws
bloodshed worldwide
over whatand's left of his myth
A growing boy needs his lunch
When pesticides get banned weand're safe up north
we just sell them to those other countries
soon thereand's lots of exotic deformed babies
somehow thatand's not our fault
Just dip and'em in glaze paint and'em orange and green
for the arizona roadside stands
to sell alongside plaster burros and birthbaths
And i wonder
yeah i wonder
why so many insects around us feed off the dead
Death squads
starvation
foreign aid?
just leave it to the magic of the marketplace
A growing boy needs his lunch
Everyone should just love each other
dip your toe into the fire
drop your guns and lawsuits and love each other
life begins beyond the bunker
and while youand're busy hugging in the streets
outgrowing your hatred for all to feel
jiminy cricketand's found a game to play
stick your neck out and trust-itand'll be chopped away
jimmy through your locked front doors
rifle through your sacred drawers
line my pockets
deface your dreams
til the cows come home to me
Nibbling like an earwig winding through your brain
bound like lawrence harvey spreadeagle to a bed
the migraine gets worse when we find out we lay eggs
and no one in all of borneo can hear you scream
Turn on
tune in
cop out
Drop kick turn in tune out
