Marketland
Market Town
What a doozy walking 'round
With all these putrid people everywhere
"You've gotta buy this!"
Screams a whiskey stinking 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 bite 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
15 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 stinking 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
What a doozy walking 'round
With all these putrid people everywhere
"You've gotta buy this!"
Screams a whiskey stinking 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 bite 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
15 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 stinking 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
Credits
Writer(s): Lemon Demon
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