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