Space Disco - No Trend

Beat your children in the supermarket aisles

Sidewalk sales and overflowing garbage pails

There’s a dead animal on my street

No one cleans it up

It’s been there for weeks

Your purple oxidized gremlin

Smells like stale menthol cigarettes

You came in with the soiled mattreess

In the parking lot dumpster

Fast food drive thru

See the fat lady slip

On the melting ice cream cone

People just stood around and gawked

Baby drool and «Can't find a parking space» blues

What would we do if things weren’t this exciting?