Dead Kennedys - A Growing Boy Needs His Lunch lyrics
[Dead Kennedys - 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 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 them in glaze
Paint them 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
The 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 lawsuit's
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
'Til the cows come home to me, to me
All for me nibbling like an earwig winding
Through your brain
Bound like Laurence Harvey
Spread-eagle 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
Turn on tune in
Cop out dropkick, turn in, tune out
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 them in glaze
Paint them 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
The 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 lawsuit's
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
'Til the cows come home to me, to me
All for me nibbling like an earwig winding
Through your brain
Bound like Laurence Harvey
Spread-eagle 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
Turn on tune in
Cop out dropkick, turn in, tune out