Nine Black Alps

Supermarket Clothes

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