Western Addiction - Black Salt Lyrics
A lifetime of work becomes your life’s workA century of sentries and left in the lurchSunshine is the best disinfectantThey keep you in the dark, nice and infectedPiecemeal for impending famineA reliquary for perpetual damageBlown reek, brass tacksTendrils solder around the nape of your neckBlack salt, fangletsA gold watch in exchange for your quivering fleshMercurial twists of temperamentForce majeure took my last red centAlms-giving for a real well wisherSolvent for an angry bed pisserBlown reek, brass tacks, black salt, fangletsRich girls, fine wineI’ve lost my sense, I’ve lost controlI think I’ve lost my mindBlown reek, brass tacks, black salt, fanglets