Can you figure out what I want,

pull the trigger with a pop gun
Mindless fools that aggravate it
pick at you in desperation

Oh it's a love pop suicide
Oh I'm in love pop suicide

Pop life living is so real
Midwest farmers' kids are milkfed
Breed and incubate what you see
Ten years later here on t.v.


I don't care if you have a full grocery section with a deli and a coffee shop. If you are going to close at 10:00 you can't call yourself "Super". That's right, I'm talking to you Plymouth Super Target. Sure you offer basically everything I need, including the majority of my wardrobe. Still, when, after 3 years of service, my very cheap DVD player finally bricks out for good, just as I was about to watch Labyrinth, I want to be able to replace it immediately. But you, "Super" Target are closed. Fortunately, the Tanner family traveled to Hawaii tonight, or I would have been completely left out in the cold. I hereby revoke your "Super" privileges. From now on, you are just Target to me.


Currently Listening to
Tiny Music... Songs From The Vatican Giftshop
by Stone Temple Pilots