Supermarket

[Verse 1]
Off beyond the trees that were burning on fire
Was the cinder-block remains of a suburban supermarket
Flan thought that here he could pillage some shoes
Maybe some shiny and black ones
Polished to a tip-tap dancing
Red fish laying on his back in the night shirt pocket

[Verse 2]
The supermarket was crowded with scavengers
Like red naked rats, they were brutally [?]
[?] vomiting all of them, stepping on the corpses
The roof on this building is caved in
Walking [?] looting
This barbecue slaughterhouse
Ashes fall down into their festering wound

[Verse 3]
Flan and Ginger Kang Kang walking in the aisles
Of this decapitated supermarket
Flan tapes his toupee to the top of his [?]
And inside the frozen food counter
Seven or eight dead bodies!
Gigantic grins, long-legged tongues
They almost look just like roses
They almost look just like roses
They almost look just like roses