Last Bookstore In Town

The girl behind the counter
Has a stud right through her nose
She wears the sickly odor
Of patchouli on her clothes
She points to the philosophy
They have in rows and rows.

By chapter one you know
This is a book you wanna close
By some young author of experimental prose
Impossible to get through
It'll make you comatose.

But i wouldn't read much into it
It's progress knock it down
It's the last bookstore in town
A lot of learned fellows
Wanna bury it in the ground
It's the last bookstore in town.

Owned by a pair of spinsters
Or lesbians at best
Old and musty tired and dusty
Full of work by hermann hesse
Kafka camus tolstoy and a bio
Of george best.

It's hard enough to understand
Maybe this is a test
Steinbeck mailer kerouac
A book on moves in chess
There's nothing here worth reading
I really must confess.

But i wouldn't read much into it
It's progress knock it down
It's the last bookstore in town
A lot of smart cookies
Wanna burn it to the ground
It's the last bookstore in town.

It hasn't made a cent
Since many a year gone past
The internet kicked in
And kicked it in the ass
They don't even sell coffee here
Or medicinal grass.

And i couldn't find a single work
With stickers in plain view
20% or more off and free latte too
And the system of display
Well it's a higgledy-piggledy stew
The classics and the pulp
Got mixed up with the new
The roaches and the silverfish
Ate the bindings too
Someone get me out of here
Before i get as smart as you.

But i wouldn't read much into it
It's progress knock it down
It's the last bookstore in town
A lot of smart cookies
Wanna burn it to the ground
It's the last bookstore in town.

Hey! We got a reader here
Why are you readin'?
Why are you readin'? [x3]

But i wouldn't read much into it
It's progress knock it down
It's the last bookstore in town.