let's go late night shopping;
where the leviathans upsize their combos
for just a dollar extra,
the diet coke flows in downpours
because we know it keeps you slim.
let's go late night shopping;
where the leeches stalk the carpark
with not a pubic hair to speak of
but a smoker's cough to rival
a seasoned, jaded writer.
let's go late night shopping;
we'll listen to the chorus of cash machines
we'll hand over our lifesavings
just to hear them sing.
let's go late night shopping;
let's whore ourselves
under the red light of coles,
on the corner of general pants and life.
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