Lirik Lagu A Growing Boy Needs His Lunch - Dead Kennedys
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In lonely gas stations with mini-martsYou'll find rows of them for saleLiquor-filled statues of Elvis PresleyDrink like a vampire
His disciples flock to such a fitting shrineSprawled across from his graceless mansionA shopping mallFilled with prayer rugs and Elvis dolls
And I wonderYeah I wonderWill Elvis take the place of Jesus in a thousand years
Religious warsBarbaric lawsBloodshed worldwideOver what's left of his myth
A growing boy needs his lunch
When pesticides get banned we're safe up northWe just sell them to those other countriesSoon there's lots of exotic deformed babiesSomehow that's not our fault
Just dip 'em in glaze paint 'em orange and greenFor the Arizona roadside standsTo sell alongside plaster burros and birthbaths
And I wonderYeah I wonderWhy so many insects around us feed off the dead
Death squadsStarvationForeign aid?Just leave it to the magic of the marketplace
A growing boy needs his lunch
Everyone should just love each otherDip your toe into the fireDrop your guns and lawsuits and love each otherLife begins beyond the bunker
And while you're busy hugging in the streetsOutgrowing your hatred for all to feelJiminy Cricket's found a game to playStick your neck out and trust—It'll be chopped away
Jimmy through your locked front doorsRifle through your sacred drawersLine my pocketsDeface your dreamsTil the cows come home to me
Nibbling like an earwig winding through your brainBound like Lawrence Harvey spreadeagle to a bedThe migraine gets worse when we find out we lay eggsAnd no one in all of Borneo can hear you scream
Turn onTune inCop out
Drop kick Turn in Tune out
His disciples flock to such a fitting shrineSprawled across from his graceless mansionA shopping mallFilled with prayer rugs and Elvis dolls
And I wonderYeah I wonderWill Elvis take the place of Jesus in a thousand years
Religious warsBarbaric lawsBloodshed worldwideOver what's left of his myth
A growing boy needs his lunch
When pesticides get banned we're safe up northWe just sell them to those other countriesSoon there's lots of exotic deformed babiesSomehow that's not our fault
Just dip 'em in glaze paint 'em orange and greenFor the Arizona roadside standsTo sell alongside plaster burros and birthbaths
And I wonderYeah I wonderWhy so many insects around us feed off the dead
Death squadsStarvationForeign aid?Just leave it to the magic of the marketplace
A growing boy needs his lunch
Everyone should just love each otherDip your toe into the fireDrop your guns and lawsuits and love each otherLife begins beyond the bunker
And while you're busy hugging in the streetsOutgrowing your hatred for all to feelJiminy Cricket's found a game to playStick your neck out and trust—It'll be chopped away
Jimmy through your locked front doorsRifle through your sacred drawersLine my pocketsDeface your dreamsTil the cows come home to me
Nibbling like an earwig winding through your brainBound like Lawrence Harvey spreadeagle to a bedThe migraine gets worse when we find out we lay eggsAnd no one in all of Borneo can hear you scream
Turn onTune inCop out
Drop kick Turn in Tune out
