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



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