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Viewing Lyrics for A Growing Boy Needs His Lunch:

Artist:Kennedys Dead
Taken from the album Frankenchrist by Kennedys Dead
Album:Frankenchrist
Track:A Growing Boy Needs His Lunch
 
Date Added:18/10/2007
Rating:not yet rated     
Views:6
 
Lyrics:words: Biafra, music:Biafra/Ray/Flouride/Peligro

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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