Lyrics:

Down on your hands and knees

Underneath the poplar trees

Down in the sticks and stones

Looking for store bought bones



Baby I'm the rising sun

Clutching at your holstered gun

Baby I'm a shooting star

I'm looking wherever you are



Looking through a telescope

Maybe there's a sign of hope

Leaving everything behind

Discovering your store bought mind



Sending everything to the sea

Wishing you were here by me

Shifting through the mountain of bricks

Searching for a store bought fix



You can't buy what you can't find what you can't buy

What you find what you can't buy what you can't

What you can't buy what you can't find what you can't

You can't buy what you can't find what you can't buy

What you find what you can't buy what you can't

What you can't buy what you can't find what you can't