I’m off to the shops
Is there anything you want
From the shops
I left in a rush
I forgot what I want
From the shops
Buildings pass by, passively
436, to Lewisham shopping centre
I come here, to forget what I came for
She said I’m not driving this bus,
I’m dragging it
They made a new thing
What can it do
I’m tired of looking
See adverts with my eyes closed
The money god’s finger
Picks your nose
Wherever you go
Wherever you go
Shops!
Shops!
Shops!
Shops!
Shops!
Shops!
Shops!
Shops!
