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 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

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 'em orange and green

For the Arizona roadside stands

To sell alongside plaster burros and birdbaths

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

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

'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

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