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(Created page with "'''Marketland''' is the 7th track and 4th non-transition track on View-Monster. Its lyrics detail the protagonist's experiences at an outdoor market. == 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. Marke...") |
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Screams a whiskey stinking vermin vendor | Screams a whiskey stinking vermin vendor | ||
Holding up a rotten pear. | Holding up a rotten pear. | ||
But I hold on to my dollar, | But I hold on to my dollar, | ||
Looking all around me. | Looking all around me. | ||
In this place, I hide my face, | In this place, I hide my face, | ||
But dirty people hound me. | But dirty people hound me. | ||
Market Street. | Market Street. | ||
I could use a bite to eat, | I could use a bite to eat, | ||
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Yes, it’s lovely but I’m hungry, | Yes, it’s lovely but I’m hungry, | ||
And that’s really not my favorite dish. | And that’s really not my favorite dish. | ||
So I hold on to my moolah, | So I hold on to my moolah, | ||
My mazuma, money. | My mazuma, money. | ||
There’s no trash that’s worth my cash, | There’s no trash that’s worth my cash, | ||
It all just smells too funny. | It all just smells too funny. | ||
In Marketland, | In Marketland, | ||
You can buy what’s in demand. | You can buy what’s in demand. | ||
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All the world is in your hand. | All the world is in your hand. | ||
I’d go wash it off now. | I’d go wash it off now. | ||
Market Lane. | Market Lane. | ||
Either I’m going insane | Either I’m going insane | ||
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Some old guy with just one eye’s | Some old guy with just one eye’s | ||
Selling his obviously soiled shorts. | Selling his obviously soiled shorts. | ||
But I hold on to my dollar, | But I hold on to my dollar, | ||
Looking all around me. | Looking all around me. | ||
In this place, I hide my face, | In this place, I hide my face, | ||
But dirty people hound me. | But dirty people hound me. | ||
Market Hell. | Market Hell. | ||
There’s no food too old to sell. | There’s no food too old to sell. | ||
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Scream the whiskey stinking vermin vendors. | Scream the whiskey stinking vermin vendors. | ||
Well, at least I’m entertained. | Well, at least I’m entertained. | ||
Still I hold on to my moolah, | Still I hold on to my moolah, | ||
My mazuma, money. | My mazuma, money. | ||
There’s no trash that’s worth my cash, | There’s no trash that’s worth my cash, | ||
It all just smells too funny. | It all just smells too funny. | ||
In Marketland, | In Marketland, | ||
You can buy what’s in demand. | You can buy what’s in demand. | ||
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All the world is in your hand. | All the world is in your hand. | ||
I’d go wash it off now. | I’d go wash it off now. | ||
In Marketland, | In Marketland, | ||
You can buy what’s in demand. | You can buy what’s in demand. | ||
Revision as of 00:53, 2 August 2023
Marketland is the 7th track and 4th non-transition track on View-Monster. Its lyrics detail the protagonist's experiences at an outdoor market.
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 hand. 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 hand. 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 hand. I’d go wash it off now.