Salt On Everything Lyrics - Selling Live Water - Solé

Seven thousand day cough 

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 nothing nest 

Laughing outside my opinion, permeates and lives forever 

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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 then 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 conveyer 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 (pssst) 

Salt on everything. salt on... salt on everything 

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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 

Weather 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, or 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 

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 and 

You know what on everything, everything