Lemon Demon – Marketland letras

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… Read More

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