"A Growing Boy Needs His Lunch" lyrics

In lonely gas stations with minimarts
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 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'll 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 birdbaths

And I wonder
Yeah, I wonder
Why so many insects around us
Feed off the dead
Death squads
And starvation
Foreign aid?
Just leave it to the magic of the marketplace

A growing boy needs his lunch
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 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
And rifle through your sacred drawers
Line my pockets, deface your dreams
Till the cows come home to me, to me, all for me

Nibbling like an earwig
Winding through your brain
Bound like Laurence Harvey
Spread-eagled to a bed
Migraine gets worse
When you find out they 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

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