(Intro - jangly acoustic guitar) (Verse 1 - observational, British wit) Met him at the Tesco Metro, Tuesday afternoon Wearing yesterday's shirt and existential gloom He's got a trolley full of ready meals for one Philosophy degree and nowhere left to run Says he's writing a novel about the death of hope Living in his childhood bedroom, can't quite cope His mum still does his washing, makes him beans on toast He's a supermarket philosopher, Britain's brightest ghost (Pre-Chorus - building) He says "We're all just products On a shelf waiting to expire" I say "Mate, you're in the biscuit aisle Your metaphor's on fire" (Chorus - catchy, Britpop anthem) He's a supermarket philosopher Shopping for meaning in aisle three Scanning life for answers With a Clubcard and a degree Supermarket philosopher Theorizing by the frozen peas Wondering why existence Costs more than it used to be (La-la-la, la-la-la-la) (Verse 2 - character study, Pulp-esque) She works at the checkout, name badge says "Claire" Painted-on smile and peroxide hair Studies psychology online at night Dreams of bigger cities and neon lights She says "That'll be twelve-fifty love" He's talking about Sartre and stars above She's nodding politely but inside she's screaming "I'm trapped in this village with nobody dreaming" (Pre-Chorus) She thinks "We're all just clocking in Playing parts we never chose" He thinks he's deep and different But he's just another bloke in Primark clothes (Chorus - bigger) We're all supermarket philosophers Looking for truth in the daily grind Searching for profundity In the things we leave behind Supermarket philosophers Contemplating while we queue Wondering if there's meaning Or just things we have to do (Bridge - piano enters, reflective) And maybe life's not meant to be Some grand existential quest Maybe it's just Tesco Metro On a Tuesday Doing your best Maybe wisdom isn't found In books or in the stars But in small talk with strangers At self-service checkout bars (Final Chorus - triumphant irony) WE'RE ALL SUPERMARKET PHILOSOPHERS FINDING BEAUTY IN THE MUNDANE LOOKING FOR ENLIGHTENMENT BETWEEN THE OFFERS AND THE RAIN SUPERMARKET PHILOSOPHERS IN OUR ORDINARY LIVES MAYBE MEANING ISN'T SOMETHING THAT YOU FIND IT'S SOMETHING YOU SURVIVE (Outro - jangly fade) La-la-la, la-la-la-la Supermarket philosophers... La-la-la, la-la-la-la That's all we are...
