"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       "