The Frown Song Lyrics

Tread slowly from the car to the spa
Like a weary war-torn refugee
Crossing the border with your starving child
It's a struggle just to get to shiatsu
Present the waitress with your allergy card

And tell her all your problems

And leave no tip at all

Down to the shoe store with your friends

Speculate who might be fucking the guru

Rock on, rock on, with your fashionable frown

Rock on, rock on, spread the love around

Rock on, rock on, with your fashionable frown

Spread the love around

Do you remember how we managed before

We could afford real nervous breakdowns

Or before the Anthropologie 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 the teenage barista

[Chorus]

All right

You're gonna be all right, baby

You're gonna be all right, baby

Floating back from the spa to the car

A 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

[Chorus]