Monday in the supermarket
Blocked in every lane
It's too average to remark it
Nobody complains
Killing idle seconds and brain cells
Staring at the tabloid headlines
Babies in the supermarket
Rocked by wobbling wheels
Reaching for the nearest object
Squealing their appeals
Trying to slow the slippage of decades
Catching at the tail of an eel
Black veins
Remain
The things
Indelibly inked on my mind
Just outside the supermarket
Petitioners with pleas
They don't stop when they get started
They're down on their knees
Cooking up a batch of excuses
Plotting out a path of escape
Black veins
Remain
The things
Indelibly inked on my mind
Daily in the supermarket
Waiting patiently
It's too average to remark it
That ain't stopping me
No that ain't stopping me
No no that ain't stopping me
