Lemon Demon - Marketland

^AmMarket Town. What a doozy walking ‘round With all these putrid people everywhere. “You’ve go^Ftta buy this!” Screams a whiskey stinking vermin vendor ^AmHolding up a rotten pear. But I hold ^Eon ^{Am F}to my dollar, ^CLooking all a - ^Eround ^Amme. ^FIn this place, I ^Chide my face, But ^Gdirty people hound me. ^Am

^AmMarket Street. I could use a bite to eat, But I don’t want to buy a whole raw fish, no. No, not a ^Fblanket! Yes, it’s lovely but I’m hungry, And that’s^Am really not my favorite dish.

So I hold o^En ^{Am F}to my moolah, ^CMy mazuma, ^Emon - ^Amey. ^FThere’s no trash that??^C?s worth my cash, It a^Gll just smells too funny.

^{C F} In ^B7Market - ^Eland, You can b^Cuy what’s in de - ^F mand. ^B7Fifteen y^Eears ago, wo^Cw. ^F In Ma^B7rket - ^Eland, All the w^Corld’s in your^F hand. ^B7I’d go^E wash it of^Amf now.