Truth About Supermarkets

Old-old friend won't you let me go today?
Said Santa Claus in the supermarket as he blew his head away
Sometimes I think of him saying he's last words as he died
Marry Christmas you son of a bitch I hope one day you'll die

I went closer to his body and he whispered in my ears
I'll tell you what, you'll understand where I'm coming from

Old-old friend won't you let me go today?
I told my dog I won't be coming home until I fix her right away
Sometimes I wonder why would anybody spend a dime
On a bloke who looks like an addicted donkey
Waiting on for you to try

I went closer to his body and he whispered in my ears
I'll tell you what, you'll understand where I'm coming from

Old-old-old friend, won't you let me go today?
Said Santa Claus on floor of the market on your cheapest Saturday
Well he was right, he had the right
Told the crowd on a selfie-stick
He said, fuck you all, you fucking tooth sucking pigs
I'm leaving this old town



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Writer(s): Andras Aron
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