Salt

When the world comes rushing in And the bayonet shine like children's eyes Plains are fat and wide But there are no hills for my smile to run to Oh Clarice Keep your head on your shoulders Anywhere else might look so suspicious Holding on for dear life Keep it in the lobby I want out right now I want out right now Let the lacquer on the wood in that courtroom shine Let the jury wine and dine on the great divide It's your fault It's your fault It's your fault It's your fault I am worth all my salt There's no need There's no hunger White leather sheet You're a costume undercover Someone's skin on sofa Sticky cherry cola I want out right now I want out right now I was holding, I counting I was always on time I was holy on that mountain 'Fore you blow my mind It's your fault! It's your fault It's your fault I am worth all my salt When the twilight finds you there At the edge of your bed under purple skies And the pulse of the world in your chest There truly are no doubts to deny I love you You're my very very very special friend