Lemon Demon - Marketland lyrics
[Lemon Demon - Marketland lyrics]
Market Town what a doozy walking 'round
With all these putrid people everywhere
"You've gotta buy this!"
Screams a whiskey stinking vermin vendor
Holding up a rotten pear
But, I hold on to my dollar
Looking all around me
In this place, I hide my face
But dirty people hound me
Market Street i could use a bite to eat
But, I don't want to buy a whole raw fish, no
No, not a blanket!
Yes, it's lovely but I'm hungry
And that's really not my favorite dish
So I hold on to my moolah my mazuma, money
There's no trash that's worth my cash
It all just smells too funny
In Marketland (You can buy what's in demand)
Fifteen years ago, wow in Marketland
(All the world is in your hands)
I'd go wash it off now
Market Lane either I'm going insane
Or there's an urchin hawking book reports
Oh, that's a new one:
Some old guy with just one eye's
Selling his obviously soiled shorts
But, I hold on to my dollar
Looking all around me
In this place, I hide my face
But dirty people hound me
Market Hell there's no food too old to sell
There is no merchandise too urine-stained
"You've gotta buy this!"
Scream the whiskey stinking vermin vendors
Well, at least I'm entertained
Still, I hold on to my moolah
My mazuma, money
There's no trash that's worth my cash
It all just smells too funny
In Marketland (You can buy what's in demand)
Fifteen years ago, wow in Marketland
(All the world is in your hands)
I'd go wash it off now
In Marketland (You can buy what's in demand)
Fifteen years ago, wow in Marketland
(All the world is in your hands)
I'd go wash it off now
Now, now, now
With all these putrid people everywhere
"You've gotta buy this!"
Screams a whiskey stinking vermin vendor
Holding up a rotten pear
But, I hold on to my dollar
Looking all around me
In this place, I hide my face
But dirty people hound me
Market Street i could use a bite to eat
But, I don't want to buy a whole raw fish, no
No, not a blanket!
Yes, it's lovely but I'm hungry
And that's really not my favorite dish
So I hold on to my moolah my mazuma, money
There's no trash that's worth my cash
It all just smells too funny
In Marketland (You can buy what's in demand)
Fifteen years ago, wow in Marketland
(All the world is in your hands)
I'd go wash it off now
Market Lane either I'm going insane
Or there's an urchin hawking book reports
Oh, that's a new one:
Some old guy with just one eye's
Selling his obviously soiled shorts
But, I hold on to my dollar
Looking all around me
In this place, I hide my face
But dirty people hound me
Market Hell there's no food too old to sell
There is no merchandise too urine-stained
"You've gotta buy this!"
Scream the whiskey stinking vermin vendors
Well, at least I'm entertained
Still, I hold on to my moolah
My mazuma, money
There's no trash that's worth my cash
It all just smells too funny
In Marketland (You can buy what's in demand)
Fifteen years ago, wow in Marketland
(All the world is in your hands)
I'd go wash it off now
In Marketland (You can buy what's in demand)
Fifteen years ago, wow in Marketland
(All the world is in your hands)
I'd go wash it off now
Now, now, now