Murder Kroger

Lyrics

Yeah, we know the real name.

Late night rolling down the avenue
Past the old Ford plant shining bright and huge
Neon buzzing in the Georgia heat
The legendary plaza right here on the street
A beautiful collision by the sliding doors
Buying frozen pizza in a summer storm
It’s a strange little family under fluorescent beams
Keeping the magic alive in the city streets

Oh, 725 Ponce, you can change the sign
You can build a fancy ramp up to the Beltline
Call it Ponce City adjacent if you try
But the locals know the truth, we don't buy the hype
It’s the Murder Kroger, baby, with a heart of gold
The wildest Atlanta story ever told

Now they built an office tower right up on the roof
Trying to make the parking lot look completely new
Got the artisan cheese and the organic greens
But we remember the glory of the grit and the scene
It’s an urban rite of passage in the checkout lane
Where the weird and the wonderful forever remain

Oh, 725 Ponce, you can change the sign
You can build a fancy ramp up to the Beltline
Call it Ponce City adjacent if you try
But the locals know the truth, we don't buy the hype
It’s the Murder Kroger, baby, with a heart of gold
The wildest Atlanta story ever told

Not a tragedy, no, it’s a neighborhood crest
If you survived a 3 AM run, you passed the test
We wear the dark humor like a medal of pride
For the glorious chaos we keep inside

So ring it up, bag it up
Take a walk down Aisle 9

Yeah, it’s the Beltline Kroger now
But the old ghost is doing just fine
Catch you at the self-checkout, turning onto Ponce
And don't forget your receipt.