Dead Kennedys - A Growing Boy Needs His Lunch текст песни

In lonely gas stations with mini-marts

Youll 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 whats left of his myth

A growing boy needs his lunch

When pesticides get banned were safe up north

We just sell them to those other countries

Soon theres lots of exotic deformed babies

Somehow thats not our fault

Just dip em in glaze paint 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 youre busy hugging in the streets

Outgrowing your hatred for all to feel

Jiminy crickets found a game to play

Stick your neck out and trustitll 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