Marketland
Lemon Demon Lyrics

Market Town.
The singer arrives at a town (presumably a marketplace) and observes the many unpleasant people there.

What a doozy walking 'round
The singer finds it difficult to navigate the marketplace due to the overwhelming crowds.

With all these putrid people everywhere.
The singer is surrounded by unpleasant and unsavory characters.

"You've gotta buy this!" Screams a whiskey stinking vermin vendor Holding up a rotten pear.
One of the vendors is shouting at potential customers to buy a rotten pear, suggesting that the quality of the merchandise is poor.

But I hold on to my dollar, Looking all around me.
The artist resists the sales pitches and instead keeps an eye out for any decent merchandise.

In this place, I hide my face, But dirty people hound me.
The singer does not feel comfortable in the marketplace and is approached by vendors attempting to sell their wares.

Market Street. I could use a bite to eat, But I don't want to buy a whole raw fish, no.
The singer is hungry but does not want to purchase the available food, such as a whole raw fish.

No, not a blanket! Yes, it's lovely but I'm hungry, And that's really not my favorite dish.
The artist is not interested in purchasing a blanket, even though it is nice, because it will not satisfy their hunger.

So I hold on to my moolah, My mazuma, money.
The artist keeps hold of their money instead of buying anything of poor quality.

There's no trash that's worth my cash, It all just smells too funny.
The artist suspects that much of the merchandise on sale is of poor quality and is not worth buying.

In Marketland, You can buy what's in demand. Fifteen years ago, wow.
The singer notes that the merchandise available in this marketplace is outdated by fifteen years.

In Marketland, All the world is in your hand. I'd go wash it off now.
The vast range of merchandise on sale means that one could feasibly purchase anything they wanted, but the artist warns to be cautious and wash hands after visiting this dirty marketplace.

Market Lane. Either I'm going insane Or there's an urchin hawking book reports.
The singer is surprised to encounter a young street vendor selling book reports, suggesting that the variety of merchandise is vast and unusual.

Oh, that's a new one: Some old guy with just one eye's Selling his obviously soiled shorts.
The singer continues to be amazed at the range of merchandise being sold, including old and soiled clothing items.

Market Hell. There's no food too old to sell. There is no merchandise too urine-stained.
The marketplace is getting progressively worse in quality, selling old and dirty items.

"You've gotta buy this!" Scream the whiskey stinking vermin vendors. Well, at least I'm entertained.
The artist finds the sales pitches and vendors amusing, despite the poor quality of the items for sale.