[Verse]
In the heart of Swindon town
Where dreams decide to drown
Neon signs that steal your soul
Lost in a consumer black hole
[Chorus]
Plastic bags and bargain bins
Where the chaos never ends
Tangled thoughts in retail cell
Welcome to shopping hell
[Verse 2]
Roaming through the crowded aisles
Fake smiles and market wiles
Endless queues that snake away
Drains your time just like the day
[Chorus]
Plastic bags and bargain bins
Where the chaos never ends
Tangled thoughts in retail cell
Welcome to shopping hell
[Bridge]
Cages made of sales and greed
Young hearts forget what they need
Price tags tug at mind and skin
Trapped in whirl where cents do sin
[Verse 3]
Brand new trends that lose their gleam
Discount dreams that become a scheme
Wandering lost in retail’s aim
A carnival that calls your name
Michael Forty