Lyrics: Flea Market

I don’t want anything from the flea market

Please don’t pressure me
I don’t want to buy anything that is in front of me
Why do you try to pawn on me your worst disease

I have no need for sunburnt tapes of Spanish songs
I cannot wear a pair of used brand new thongs

I’m waiting for the chance I can go home
So I can show someone how much I've grown