Supermarket hell on a Saturday morning,  
Going to the shop with the mother in law. 
Saw her standing in the asle, 
Stacking the shelves, I spat on the floor 

Walked around the shop bored rigid, 
Went to the deli asked for some pork, 
She turned around saw me waiting, 
Bitch stabbed me with a three pronged fork 

All supermarkets should be burnt to the ground.  
All the shelf stackers should be tied and bound  
But I donít want to know, 
What you want me to see 
I donít want to know about you and me  
Cos youíre all gonna die, 
All gonna die 
All gonna die, gonna die 

I later awoke in a pool of blood, 
Everyone laughing at me on the floor. 
Regained my senses, stood aloft. 
Then the bitch hit me with the door. 

Wired some explosives to the assistant manager, 
Hid him in the fridge, had a good laugh. 
Set the timer vacated the building, 
Gave all the customers a napalm bath. 

All supermarkets should be burnt to the ground.  
All the shelf stackers should be tied and bound  
But I donít want to know, 
What you want me to see 
I donít want to know about you and me  
Cos youíre all gonna die, 
All gonna die 
All gonna die, gonna die

By Tony Hearn
& Cory Bettison