Salt Cleans

I feel the heat of the police everywhere
No more room to cry in the witness stand as the gavel hammers down
The judge is here to crack some heads
Perfumed egg yolks fry on egg white legs
Feel the leaning of the mob
A liquid den of snakes with yawning gobs
Empty buildings everywhere
Unjust paid brutality as cuffing cleans the streets
And it's the raging of a mad affair
The sinking of a sorry state
And there's a monolithic cross to bear
But all the printed princes are too late
And all this miscellaneous madness is theirs but the good life is yours

I smell the meat and the oil on your hair
Arrows left in your umbrella
Stand empty buildings everywhere
Fuck your homemade trainers and your race to become cavemen
It's the raging of a mad affair
The sinking of a sorry state
And there's a monolithic cross to bear
But all the printed princes are too late
And all this miscellaneous madness is theirs but the good life is yours

It's the raging of a mad affair
The sinking of a sorry state
And there's a monolithic cross to bear
But all the printed princes are too late

Salt
Salt

Pour out the salt

Till there's no room left and nowhere to stand