A GROWING BOY NEEDS HIS LUNCH


In lonely gas stations with mini-marts
You'll find rows of them for sale
Liquor-filled statues of 
Elvis Presley
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 

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 

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 

Turn on
Tune in
Cop out 

Drop kick Turn in Tune out. 

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