Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Salt on Everything, artist - SOLE. Date of issue: 21.03.2004
Song language: English
Salt on Everything |
| Seven thousand day cough, my lungs of an old woman |
| Of a racist race called man, I’m a word machine |
| Without enough words to be composed or the worms to decompose |
| My old song body, pretty, for the showing |
| Party women with painted faces |
| Only pretty for their lawyers, everything’s illegal |
| 'Cause they’re pretending to breathe |
| Better to be sick in the head then sane in the city |
| Like there’s a difference or a reason to stay in the city |
| Sell the mob to the king, sleep with the dragon |
| Slay the princess, lay peaceful in the nothingness |
| Laughing outside, my opinion permeates and lives forever |
| The way people live to be remembered |
| Then and only then, see me perfect |
| More perfect than the sidewalk |
| More expensive than my shoes |
| More meaningful than hidden messages |
| In a quite safe, quiet walk |
| You forget your personality when they birth |
| In the after-birth |
| I still fake it, like I’m naked |
| If you got the right sunglasses, I wrote this on cough drops |
| With the secret conveyor belt, in the sidewalk |
| And the big, laughing, gaping, drooling, lipsticked-up |
| And dressed like the lighter side of Death |
| Neon eyes, cold to the touch |
| And there’s salt on (psssh) |
| Salt on everything |
| Salt on… salt on everything |
| Melt me a princess thought like an open wound |
| To bleed to sleep, to plead to work, to heal no loyalty |
| To things that don’t keep clean |
| Wither my old tongue or old tone |
| To the man making all the new shadow puppets |
| I like your style more worthwhile then rubbish |
| A big break for bad taste, acting like faith is a face |
| A dumpster man singing a dumpster song of redemption |
| Share the broken note, it’s the only note |
| People here got thick skin |
| To hold the nothing in |
| There’s salt on everything, salt on everything, salt on everything |
| But I put it on nothing |
| Lick your merry lips off and hum it |
| All in a bowling alley |
| Headaches and hogwash going on in my ears |
| Dizzy dizzy infected of worry |
| It’s never my body, my friends, my brain, or my fault to be stranded in a |
| utopian wonderland |
| For three minutes I could sit still and stare at the wall and let it |
| (die) |
| This is my favorite mini-series, well-written, under-funded when it all dulls |
| A never-decaffeinated dream and I love a big bleeding heart song we can all |
| learn |
| Some days we almost feel alive |
| And most days we forget to live |
| For some reason, that’s all I can bring myself to say |
| You-know-what on everything |