The Magic Fingers Shopping Cart

He always got the shopping cart,
the one with the broken wheel,
and every time he pushed it,
there was that screaming squeal.
He felt he was in a dive motel
the shaking made his arms go dead
It was just like the Magic Fingers
in that cheap ass motel bed.

When he tried to push it forward
the cart went some other way
he could sweet talk all he liked to it
but it didn't matter what he would say.
They never fix these fucking carts
and they shake until they die.
It's just a simple broken wheel
but no-one will ask why.

He watched it all as things decay,
as wise mine speak and wise things say,
they tell us in their speeches,
which come every fucking day,
There's nothing we can do for this,
We cannot fix your cart
But we will make a better world
and we'll show you where to start.

He said fuck you and your better world
I only need a working cart
Would it really be too much to ask
If I could just take this one apart.
I only need to fix the wheel
and it's such a simple thing.
All the time this bitch is screaming
but then she will start to sing.

They said they have no money,
there's nothing we can do
We can give the speeches
but the rest is up to you.
He asked, what is it you offer,
what is it you will add.
If you can't fix this fucking wheel
then it's really kind of sad.

What is it you will do for him
and that worthless broken cart
Do you think he believes your bullshit,
that you offer some new start.
He's heard the empty promises
He's heard them all before
So he stayed with that broken cart
until he was out of that fucking store.