Ernest Becker At A Costco

Stand in line for the offering
You just can’t beat the price
Say c’est la vie to the sky high fees
Say hello to paradise
I’m in the bargain bin
And I can not decide
Between the shrink wrapped shit
Or the sweat shop skid
I’ll bring a pallet jack next time

Down where the waters rushing
They’re wishing for a slice
Of a day without waves crashing in
Of pestilence and flies
They don’t know the pain you’re in
They don’t know sacrifice
Of kickoffs missed for grocery lists
Keeps us from thinking
We’rе all born to die
But I was born to buy

I want on my grave
In bold britannic type
Hе bargained and he haggled til the very day he died
He never bent or caved
He never paid full price
He didn’t need Valhalla
He found hot dog heaven
Right here in the aisles

You were born to sweat in peace
I was born to buy
You were born to fill my feed
I was born to buy