#supermarketclothes

Nine Black Alps - Supermarket Clothes - Lyrics There's a place where I can make the scene In the pages of your magazine Pretty faces filled with snow white teeth Give the dying world a new disease It's the price I pay when I cannot sell Every word you say is like a ringing bell And I'm just standing in supermarket clothes See if anyone really knows Paint a picture with your poison pen Make it over and we'll start again In the place's where the rent's so cheap Quit your job and learn to be a freak It's the price I pay when I cannot sell Every word you say is like a ringing bell And I'm just standing in supermarket clothes See if anyone really knows