Salt, you dirty bastard

Take a plane home to your mother

Tell her all about the people who ignored you

Can't you see we're all embarrassed for you one way or another

'Tis a shame what we made you make us put you through

Your arms. Your nose

The color of your skin is the color of your clothes

Your heart. Your brain

We let your blood coagulate so they could not communicate

You left your gun in the bathroom

Why would you hide it somewhere we could find it, my love

I didn't know what to tell you, so I threw it out on its side, forgive me, my love

Salt, you quiet sufferer

You should take another break

I think you've held your breath long enough to fix you

While you're sipping on that water

Thinking of your sons and daughters

Would it be so hard to tell them what you're up to

Your arms. Your nose

The color of your skin is the color of your clothes

Your heart. Your brain

You let your blood coagulate so they could not communicate

Your arms. Your nose

The color of your skin is the color of your clothes

Your heart. Your brain

You let your blood coagulate so they could not communicate