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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 birdbaths


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 spreadeagled to a bed
The migraine gets worse when you 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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