Mike Doughty › Lyrics › Busting Up a Starbucks

It will always be, the end of time
The end of law, the end of life
The dogs will howl and yank the leash
From tree to tree and from each to each

And does the man who makes the shoes own you, clown
You can’t even pry the nameplate off, now can you?
Fix it with your tiny fist there
James Van Der Beek and them sisters from sister, sister
The only one that’s ever felt this is you, the force that’s forcing you

To feel like busting up a Starbucks
Busting up a Starbucks
Busting up a Starbucks
Busting up a Starbucks

This bitter drink, has made you drunk
The thoughts you think become unthunk
The sea’s ablaze and the sky is too
The water’s red and the flames are blue

And does the man who makes the shoes own you, clown
You can’t even pry the nameplate off, now can you?
Fix it with your tiny fist there up
James Van Der Beek and them sisters from sister, sister
The only one that’s ever felt this is you, the force that’s forcing you

To feel like busting up a Starbucks
Busting up a Starbucks
Busting up a Starbucks
Busting up a Starbucks

Nyack!
Ronkonkoma!
East Orange!
Piscataway!

Busting up a Starbucks
Busting up a Starbucks
Busting up a Starbucks
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