Marketland Lyrics

Market Town.
What a doozy walking round with all these putrid people everywhere.
"You've gotta buy this!"
screams a whiskey stinkin' 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 b*** 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 stinkin' 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.