Salt Cleans

I feel the heat of the police everywhere No more room to cry in the witness stand as the gavel hammers down The judge is here to crack some heads Perfumed egg yolks fry on egg white legs Feel the leaning of the mob A liquid den of snakes with yawning gobs Empty buildings everywhere Unjust paid brutality as cuffing cleans the streets And it's the raging of a mad affair The sinking of a sorry state And there's a monolithic cross to bear But all the printed princes are too late And all this miscellaneous madness is theirs but the good life is yours I smell the meat and the oil on your hair Arrows left in your umbrella Stand empty buildings everywhere Fuck your homemade trainers and your race to become cavemen It's the raging of a mad affair The sinking of a sorry state And there's a monolithic cross to bear But all the printed princes are too late And all this miscellaneous madness is theirs but the good life is yours It's the raging of a mad affair The sinking of a sorry state And there's a monolithic cross to bear But all the printed princes are too late Salt Salt Pour out the salt Till there's no room left and nowhere to stand