Lyrics

Maybe somewhere the cottage cheese and grapefruit juice
are being held for ransom
And you’re checking tags for kicks to see what it would cost
if they actually had some
Well you, wandered all ten thousand square feet over
20 aisles, but there’s nothing to eat
You see you don't have to shop at the Refugee
(they have no food at the Refugee)
I said you don't have to stop at the Refugee
(smells like starvation and entropy)