Текст песни Dead Kennedys - A Growing Boy Needs His Lunch
Dead Kennedys - A Growing Boy Needs His Lunch слова песни
In lonely gas stations with mini-martsYoull find rows of them for saleLiquor-filled statues of elvis presleyDrink like a vampireHis disciples flock to such a fitting shrineSprawled across from his graceless mansionA shopping mallFilled with prayer rugs and elvis dollsAnd I wonderYeah I wonderWill elvis take the place of jesus in a thousand yearsReligious warsBarbaric lawsBloodshed worldwideOver whats left of his mythA growing boy needs his lunchWhen pesticides get banned were safe up northWe just sell them to those other countriesSoon theres lots of exotic deformed babiesSomehow thats not our faultJust dip em in glaze paint em orange and greenFor the arizona roadside standsTo sell alongside plaster burros and birthbathsAnd I wonderYeah I wonderWhy so many insects around us feed off the deadDeath squadsStarvationForeign aid? Just leave it to the magic of the marketplaceA growing boy needs his lunchEveryone should just love each otherDip your toe into the fireDrop your guns and lawsuits and love each otherLife begins beyond the bunkerAnd while youre busy hugging in the streetsOutgrowing your hatred for all to feelJiminy crickets found a game to playStick your neck out and trustitll be chopped awayJimmy through your locked front doorsRifle through your sacred drawersLine my pocketsDeface your dreamsTil the cows come home to meNibbling like an earwig winding through your brainBound like lawrence harvey spreadeagle to a bedThe migraine gets worse when we find out we lay eggsAnd no one in all of borneo can hear you screamTurn onTune inCop outDrop kick turn in tune out