Salt Shaker - Jaala

I lick salt right off my hand

It helps me to feel that I’m still by that ocean

That’s where I left my whole family

I’m pretty sure God made us (?) broken

They all forgive me when they’re dead

They all forgive me when they’re dead and gone

Those happy holy heinous houses

They spread and out and out for mileses

Oh, I’d rather give my two good playing hands

Than, to stay in that hot climate

And marry one of those men

They all forgive me when they’re dead

They all forgive me when they’re dead and gone

Ah ah ah ah ah oh

Whoooooo king tight crescent moon mud crack

Shelley Brown and George and all the moral fested trolley boys

Large hard hands holding half empty cans

Whilst driving

Yeah I was pouring pints for fuckheads at the (?) Point Hotel

They all forgive me when they’re dead

They all forgive me if they haven’t already yet

Ah ah ah ah ah oh

Whoooooo

See I got my focus on salt shaker

I got my baby on

Salt shaker

Yeah I got my furry on

Salt shaker

Yeah I got my furry on

Salt shaker ah