Salvation Army
Words and music by Jenn Lindsay
JL: acoustic guitar, vocals, Robin Aigner: vocals

(BMI 6010630)


Shirt for three bucks, pants for five
Thrift store on chapel smells like a closet
Wanna buy the cheapest shirt
Looks like you already got it
All day my cold hands hurt
Looking for a gas station shirt
With a collar, a stenciled pocket
Hi I'm Bob, I'll be your outfit

In a thrift store nothing fits me
Like every girl in history
Giving to the salvation army
Was thinner than me
No one had my ass, no one had my belly
No one had my head, no one was so deadly

Who buys a bra at a thrift store today
What if someone died in that thing
What if her ghost is in the sleeves
What if this coat has an awful disease
Give it to me
Mirror don't look so good
Bet you could tell I am in a bad mood
Bet you could tell I been walking around
in this stupid freezing gothic town
Wishing I was somewhere else

In a thrift store nothing fits me
Like every girl in history
Giving to the salvation army
Was thinner than me
No one had my ass, no one had my belly
No one had my head, no one was so deadly

I run off and you don't follow me
Where's the searchlight, where's the search party
Comb the home town
Call my family
Call the salvation army
Call the salvation army
Call the salvation army