A Growing Boy Needs His Lunch Lyrics - Frankenchrist - Dead Kennedys

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 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 what's left of his myth 

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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 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 

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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 

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 

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