Citizen King Salt Bag Spill Lyrics

Salt Bag Spill Lyrics

you got the sideways grip iÆm about to flip your backdrop dizzy spell
puttinÆ
dents in the padlock cold defying the laws of slingshot a white picket
fence
to separate the stones you stand on before the tide comes in on the
early dawn
the light bulb spins on the horn rims you blister in the sun youÆre just a
salt bag spill another salt bag spill cause itÆs a green jean battle from
the
burlap i break your ribs and itÆs full contact vagabonds you start a war
but
weÆre the cream of the crop and youÆre the cream of the corn crash
 
collide and
no good comeback flash in the pan like a burnt short stack but weÆve
got the
butter to let your mud slide youÆre slippinÆ on down for the test of time
so
iÆm pitching my fork in mr. rourke you get the trap door with sawdust
splinters pepper in the jar gettinÆ served that dinner slam you like a
screen
door keepin' out the terminal condition you get the oatmeal bath
youÆre out of
commission youÆre tarred and feathered and covered in lacquer and
your headÆs
in a bucket thatÆs ringing with laughter