They're making babies on the television
I can see the bombs dropping in the intermission
Someone tries to sell me a new lipgloss
While I'm waiting
In the
Supermarket line
The alcoholic in front of me buys a salad
To go with his bottle of red
And the two beers that he needs early in the morning
Before the
Supermarket line
I am thinking 'bout my babies, need to hurry home
And maybe, fix them something fast to eat
And not forget the neighbors
Need a hand with the trash can
In the supermarket line
And the candy wrappers shine like jewels
That you don't notice anymore
And mama said there ain't nothing to it
These are the ways my girl
These are the ways of the world
There ain't nothing you can do about it girl
Watch it burn, bust and go up in smoke
While the anchorman makes another joke
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The cashier winks at me
Because the alcoholic forgot all his change
And as we both call him back, he turns and smiles
And says he's sorry to the supermarket line
I mimic 'that's okay, not in a hurry anyway'
While the students behind me keep on discussing
How to best get to the party
After the supermarket line
And the candy wrappers shine like jewels
That you don't notice anymore
And mama said there ain't nothing to it
These are the ways, my girl
These are the ways of the world
There ain't nothing you can do about it, girl
Watch it burn, bust and go up in smoke
While the anchorman
Makes another joke
While the anchorman
Makes another joke
While the anchorman
Makes another joke