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  
 
Drop kick Turn in Tune out