Pomeranian
by FORAGER
From the album: Even a Child Can Cover the Sun with a Finger
Lyrics for Pomeranian
There's rubbish on the sidewalk Nothing any good Molly says she found an old clock in her neighborhood There's a mural on the blacktop She said it wasn't any good It's cruel optimism, and I don't know but I should Everybody else's Palate is getting more refined Turning up their nose at the grocery store wine Did you paint it Making taste with all that free time? You're a rocker Window shopper And I'm behind You've got the right touch of vintage A layer of grit But I kinda think that you're full of shit A touch of vintage And nothing to say A Pomeranian chasing its tail You've got the right touch of vintage A layer of grit But I kinda think that you're full of shit, mm A touch of vintage And nothing to say A Pomeranian getting its way Ask me where I got it From eBay in Japan I hate consumerism, leave the boxes with the doorman You said you had a vision Of living off the land I see you on the grid in a tractor with a suntan Everybody else's Palate is getting more refined Turning up their nose at the grocery store wine Mm, did you paint it Making taste with all that free time? You're a rocker Window shopper And I'm behind, ooh-ah You've got the right touch of vintage A layer of grit But I kinda think that you're full of shit, mm A touch of vintage And nothing to say A Pomeranian chasing its tail You've got the right touch of vintage A layer of grit But I kinda think that you're full of shit, mm A touch of vintage And nothing to say A Pomeranian getting its way Ooh A Pomeranian getting its way