Lost In The Supermarket
Ben Folds Lyrics


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I'm all lost in the supermarket
I can no longer shop happily
I came in here for the special offer
A guaranteed personality

I wasn't born so much as I fell out
Nobody seemed to notice me
We had a hedge back home in the suburbs
Over which I never could see

I heard the people who lived on the ceiling
Scream and fight most scarily
Hearing that noise was my first ever feeling
That's how it's been all around me

I'm all lost in the supermarket
I can no longer shop happily
I came in here for the special offer
A guaranteed personality

I'm all tuned in, I see all the programs
I save coupons from packets of tea
I've got my giant hit discotheque album
I empty a bottle and I feel a bit free

Kids in the halls and the pipes in the walls
Making noises for company
Long-distance callers make long-distance calls
And the silence makes me lonely

I'm all lost in the supermarket
I can no longer shop happily
I came in here for the special offer
A guaranteed personality
I'm all lost in the supermarket
I can no longer shop happily
I came in here for the special offer
A guaranteed personality (I'm all lost)
I'm all lost in the supermarket (I'm all lost)
I can no longer shop happily (I'm all lost)
I came in here for the special offer (I'm all lost)
A guaranteed personality

I'm all lost in the supermarket
I can no longer shop happily
I came in here for the special offer
A guaranteed personality

I'm all lost in the supermarket
I can no longer shop happily




I came in here for the special offer
A guaranteed personality, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah

Overall Meaning

The song "Lost In The Supermarket" by Ben Folds is a cover of the original song by The Clash. The lyrics depict a feeling of isolation and lack of identity in modern society. The singer is lost in a supermarket, a symbol of consumerism and materialism, and can no longer find happiness in shopping. He came in for a special offer, a guaranteed personality, indicating the desperate need for a sense of self in a world where individuality is often overshadowed by societal pressure to conform.


The second verse describes the singer's childhood, where he felt invisible and overlooked. The hedge back home in the suburbs that he couldn't see over serves as a metaphor for the barriers that prevented him from fully experiencing and engaging with the world around him. The third verse references the noises and chaos of modern life, with the people who lived on the ceiling screaming and fighting, and the singer feeling overwhelmed by the constant noise and busyness. The loneliness that he feels is juxtaposed with the constant noise and activity, highlighting the irony of modern day society.


Overall, the song reflects the struggles of an individual in a society where personal identity is often lost amidst commercialism and societal pressures to conform.


Line by Line Meaning

I'm all lost in the supermarket
Feeling overwhelmed and directionless in the consumerist environment, struggling to find meaning in the mundane.


I can no longer shop happily
The singer struggles with a certain ennui, questioning the value of material goods.


I came in here for the special offer
The promise of something 'special' is a lure for the singer, who seeks novelty in a homogenous retail environment.


A guaranteed personality
The artist is looking for a sense of identity within commodification, longing for something to fill an existential gap.


I wasn't born so much as I fell out
The artist feels alienated, as though he was not welcomed into the world or his community.


Nobody seemed to notice me
Despite feeling a detachment from society, the singer is not acknowledged by others, making him feel even more isolated.


We had a hedge back home in the suburbs
The singer reminisces about a physical border in his childhood home, which he associates with a psychological rift from the world.


Over which I never could see
Despite trying to see over the 'hedge' or barriers to connection, the artist is unable to or has already given up trying.


I heard the people who lived on the ceiling
The artist has a vivid memory of hearing things that weren't really there, which underscores the sense of detachment and delusion.


Scream and fight most scarily
The artist is haunted by memories of intense anger and conflict, which exacerbate the feelings of anxiety and dread.


Hearing that noise was my first ever feeling
The singer associates the tumultuous noises with the realization that the world is not a safe or nurturing place, a feeling that has persisted.


That's how it's been all around me
The artist feels trapped in a cycle of uncertainty and negativity, which he perceives to be part of the broader societal fabric.


I'm all tuned in, I see all the programs
The singer has embraced the cultural propaganda and consumerist myths, consuming media without discernment and hoping for escape.


I save coupons from packets of tea
The singer desperately seeks small victories and discounts to validate his existence, clinging to coupons as a form of currency.


I've got my giant hit discotheque album
The singer has bought into the notion that music and cultural phenomena can provide salvation, filling the void of a purpose in life.


I empty a bottle and I feel a bit free
The artist uses alcohol as a form of self-medication, trying to eschew his anxiety and despair through substance use.


Kids in the halls and the pipes in the walls
The artist feels empathy and identification with 'background' noises and disruptions, longing for something to connect with.


Making noises for company
The singer realizes that there is no one to connect with on an emotional or existential level, finding solace in the noise around him.


Long-distance callers make long-distance calls
The singer is aware of the distance and isolation from others, acknowledging the barriers to connection in the contemporary world.


And the silence makes me lonely
Despite the cacophony of sound and stimulation around him, the artist feels a profound and all-encompassing loneliness that cannot be assuaged.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Joe Strummer, Mick Jones, Paul Simonon, Topper Headon

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