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Artiste:Kennedys Dead
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Album:Frankenchrist
Titre:A Growing Boy Needs His Lunch
 
Date d'ajout:18/10/2007
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Vues:82 fois
 
Paroles: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



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