Aaaaaaaah
One, two
Hum
One, two
One, two, three, four
Eyes glazed over, the need to consume
Shelves stocked high, my impending doom
Carts overflowing with trinkets and trash
Hollow desires in a frantic dask
Pushing through ailes, driven by greed
Grasping at objects I don't even need
That's the part where it gets f*cking serious
Yeah it gets f*cking serious man
We really need to buy some shit
Do you take
Credit cards
No? Why not
F*ck my life
Why does this only happens to me
Because you're a cunt