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Dead Kennedys - A Growing Boy Needs His Lunch

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*I'm by no means associated with the Dead Kennedys, Jello Biafra or Alternative Tentacles, so please don't sue me. I'm too poor to afford a lawyer. *

Dead Kennedys
Frankenchrist
Track 04 - A Growing Boy Needs His Lunch

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Artist: Dead Kennedys lyrics
Album: Frankenchrist
Year: 1985
Title: A Growing Boy Needs His Lunch Print
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Lyrics to A Growing Boy Needs His Lunch : 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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Uploader Comments (nikolapolish)

  • Thanks for the whole thing. My favorite DK album!

  • No worries...always glad to spread the goodness XD

Top Comments

  • this song takes me back to the summer after ninth grade. DK really helped me open up to the world around me.

  • I've listened to this band since I was 12. I may not always agree with them politically, but they made me a politically minded person.

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  • Songs like this make me wanna punch something.

  • @fteros It's about how people try to distract themselves from world issues.

  • @chaclapa WOAH MAN, WOAH, they were like, the greatest, though the dead kennedys are pretty god damn awesome, and i have most of their first album memorized

  • @hiyapoeple1 na fukk em

  • @chaclapa HEY, the Clash are obviously the best.

  • What is shitty is the fact you have an advertisement before this song.

    Would Jello approve??

    No didn't think so.

  • @TaimaDjinn thats right...this is what you call original

  • BASS BASS BASS BASS BASS BASS BASS FUCK YEAH!!!!!

  • Dead Kennedys = best punk band. I don't care about your overrated Misfits and The Exploited

  • This is my fave song of the Dead Kennedys by the way!

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