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There's rubbish on the sidewalk
Nothing any good
Molly says she found an old clock in her neighborhood
There's a mural on the blacktop
She said it wasn't any good
It's cruel optimism, and I don't know but I should
Everybody else's
Palate is getting more refined
Turning up their nose at the grocery store wine
Did you paint it
Making taste with all that free time?
You're a rocker
Window shopper
And I'm behind
You've got the right touch of vintage
A layer of grit
But I kinda think that you're full of shit
A touch of vintage
And nothing to say
A Pomeranian chasing its tail
You've got the right touch of vintage
A layer of grit
But I kinda think that you're full of shit, mm
A touch of vintage
And nothing to say
A Pomeranian getting its way
Ask me where I got it
From eBay in Japan
I hate consumerism, leave the boxes with the doorman
You said you had a vision
Of living off the land
I see you on the grid in a tractor with a suntan
Everybody else's
Palate is getting more refined
Turning up their nose at the grocery store wine
Mm, did you paint it
Making taste with all that free time?
You're a rocker
Window shopper
And I'm behind, ooh-ah
You've got the right touch of vintage
A layer of grit
But I kinda think that you're full of shit, mm
A touch of vintage
And nothing to say
A Pomeranian chasing its tail
You've got the right touch of vintage
A layer of grit
But I kinda think that you're full of shit, mm
A touch of vintage
And nothing to say
A Pomeranian getting its way
Ooh
A Pomeranian getting its way