The Frown Song

Tread slowly from the car to the spa

Like a weary war-torn refugee

Crossing the border with her starving child

It's a struggle just to get to shiatsu

Present the waitress with your allergy card

and tell all of your problems.

Leave no tip at all

Down at the shoe store with your friends

Speculate who might be fucking a guru.

Rock on, rock on with your fashionable frown

Rock on, rock on. Spread the love around.

Rock on, rock on with a fashionable frown.

Spread the love around.

Hard to remember how we managed before

we could afford real and nervous breakdowns

Or before the anthropology store

was erected on Indian burial grounds

So really don't you see a little of yourself in the bathroom attendant that you just scowled at?

Or the child who's hiding inside as you wipe the smile off a teenage barista.

Rock on, rock on with my fashionable frown.

Rock on, rock on. Spread the love around.

Rock on, rock on with a fashionable frown.

Spread the love around.

Spread the love around.

Alright.

You're gonna be alright, baby.

You're gonna be alright, baby.

Floating back from the spa to the car.

State of bliss, and it wasn't the steam room.

Sometimes life's not so bad.

Now we know who's been fucking the guru.

Rock on, rock on with a fashionable frown.

Rock on, rock on. Spread the love around.

Rock on, rock on with your fashionable frown.

Spread the love around.

Smile for us now.

Do it upside down.