Out on the highway
Just a short drive from the center of town
The mall decays
A swarm of cars has it surrounded
Anchors have fallen into the sea
They turn over, go under, go down
Up escalator, swingin' that sickle
Reaper comes harvesting stores that went down
They've been malled to death!
They've been malled to death!
These bags are heavy, my fingers are crampin'
My back is achin' and so is my head
Hours of shopping, walking, talking
Reading maps, reading ads, never ends
Infinite options, broke window shoppers
Mall did us in, took us out, took us down
Up escalator, swingin' that sickle
Reaper comes harvesting souls that went down
We've been malled to death!
Malled to death!
We've been malled to death!
We've been malled!
Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today
To commit the mall to the earth from which it came
Broken skylights, crushed terrazzo tile
Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust
We've been malled to death!
We've been malled to death!
We've been malled to death!
We've been malled!
Ahhhhhhhh!