ryan montbleau LYRICS 

MORE AND MORE AND MORE

 

Should I go to the CVS

Or to Sir Walgreen’s store

Walk down the aisles again

Try to recall what for

With their 50 kinds of toothpaste

And their 40 kinds of soap

Oh, it surely would seem to me

I only need one that’s good

 

But with another 50 choices

Comes another hundred voices in my head

No great angels, no big devils

Just another hundred levels to contend with

 

Should I go to the diamond outlet

Or to the jewelry store

Should I ask how they found

All these precious jewels and ores

With their clandestine mines

And their unfair labor practice

Oh, it surely would seem to me

I should probably not even ask

 

But with another 50 choices

Comes another hundred voices in my head

No great angels, no big devils

Just another hundred levels to contend with

And when I’ve found the perfect one

There’s another hundred ways to be outdone

 

I found some sapphire-crusted earrings

In the shape of Mother Mary

With the whole Constitution carved on the side

I found a monogram down pillow

With the shavings of a young willow tree inside

 

I found everything I ever wanted

And it opened up a door

I took one half a look around

There were half a million more

I found everything I ever needed and

More and more and more

 

Should I go for the 15-grain

Should I go for the light seedless rye

Should I go for the enriched, unbleached, umbromated

Stoneground whole wheat flour

Does it have high fructose corn syrup

Is it genetically modified

Is it safe for my children

And how would I decide

 

‘Cause with another 50 choices

Comes another hundred voices in my head

No great angels, no big devils

Just another hundred levels to contend with

Then when I’ve found the perfect one

There’s another hundred ways to be outdone

 

Right now there’s a farmer’s three-kid family

Who can barely keep the clothes upon their backs

But I found an organic two-toned sweater

And this banging hat from Bangladesh

An alligator suit

And blue suede shoes just for the hell of it

 

I found everything I ever wanted

And it opened up a door

I took one half a look around

There were half a million more

I found everything I ever needed and

More and more and more

 

Throw the old stuff out to be burned

I don’t need it anymore

That ain’t my style now

No, I’ve found one great big store

And it’s got everything I need

I’ll find more things to make me me

Until the day that I am gone

 

Should I go for the red headstone

Should I go for the gray carved granite

Should I go for the silk-lined box

Or the straight pine basket

Should I wear my finest black suit

Should I hold one single rose

Should I try to take with me

All of the things I chose