Dead Kennedys

In lonely gas stations with mini-marts
Youll 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 whats left of his myth
A growing boy needs his lunch
When pesticides get banned were safe up north
We just sell them to those other countries
Soon theres lots of exotic deformed babies
Somehow thats 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