Pomeranian Songtext
von FORAGER

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