A Growing Boy Needs His Lunch Lyrics

In lonely gas stations with mini-marts You'll find rows of them for sale Liquor-filled statues of Elvis Presley Screw his head off and drink like a vampire
His disciples flock to such a fitting shrine Sprawled across from his ghastly mansion A shopping mall filled with prayer rugs and Elvis dolls
And I wonder, yeah I wonder Will ever Elvis take the place of Jesus in a thousand years? Religious wars, barbaric laws Bloodshed worldwide over, what's left of his myth?
A growing boy needs his lunch A growing boy needs his lunch
When pesticides get banned we're safe up north We just sell them to those other countries Soon there's lots of exotic deformed babies Somehow that's not our fault
Just dip 'em in glaze, paint 'em orange and green For the Arizona roadside stands To sell alongside plastic burros and bird baths
And I wonder, yeah I wonder Why so many insects around us feed off the dead The death squads, starvation Foreign aid, just leave it to the magic of the marketplace
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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 you're busy hugging in the streets Outgrowing your hatred for all to feel Jiminy Cricket's found a game to play Stick your neck out and trust, it'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, to me, all for 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, scream
A growing boy needs his lunch A growing boy needs his lunch A growing boy needs his lunch
Turn on Tune in Cop out Drop kick, turn in, tune out