Lemon Demon – Marketland

There is no merchandise too urine-stained.
But dirty people hound me.
With all these putrid people everywhere.
What a doozy walking ’round
There’s no trash that’s worth my cash,
It all just smells too funny.
Either I’m going insane

All the world is in your hand.
Looking all around me.
Market Street.
"You’ve gotta buy this!"
Or there’s an urchin hawking book reports.
Screams a whiskey stinking vermin vendor
I could use a bite to eat,

In Marketland,
Yes, it’s lovely but I’m hungry,
Some old guy with just one eye’s

But dirty people hound me.
So I hold on to my moolah,

In Marketland,
Oh, that’s a new one:
I’d go wash it off now.
Fifteen years ago, wow.
No, not a blanket!
I’d go wash it off now.
"You’ve gotta buy this!"
In Marketland,
Selling his obviously soiled shorts.
All the world is in your hand.

All the world is in your hand.
Market Hell.
In Marketland,
In this place, I hide my face,
Well, at least I’m entertained.
You can buy what’s in demand.
But I hold on to my dollar,
Fifteen years ago, wow.
Holding up a rotten pear.
And that’s really not my favorite dish.
There’s no food too old to sell.
But I hold on to my dollar,
Market Town.
Scream the whiskey stinking vermin vendors.
Fifteen years ago, wow.
Market Lane.

My mazuma, money.
You can buy what’s in demand.

My mazuma, money.
There’s no trash that’s worth my cash,
Looking all around me.
But I don’t want to buy a whole raw fish, no.
I’d go wash it off now.

In this place, I hide my face,
Still I hold on to my moolah,
You can buy what’s in demand.
In Marketland,
In Marketland,
It all just smells too funny.