Текст песни Salt Bag Spill

Suckers, suckers, suckers

You got the sideways grip, I'm about to flip

Your backdrop dizzy spell puttin' dents in the padlock

Cold defying the laws of slingshot

A white picket fence

To separate the stones you stand on

Before the tide comes in on the early dawn

The light bulb spins on the horn rims

You blister in the sun

You're just a salt bag spill, another salt bag spill

'Cause it's a green jean battle from the burlap

I break your ribs and it's full contact

Vagabonds, you start a war

But we're the cream of the crop

And you're the cream of the corn

Crash, collide and no good comeback

Flash in the pan like a burnt short stack
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But we've got the butter to let your mud slide

You're slippin' on down for the test of time

Salt bag spill, another salt bag spill

I'm pitching my fork in Mr. Rourke

You get the trap door with sawdust splinters

Pepper in the jar gettin' served that dinner

Slam you like a screen door keepin' out the terminal condition

You get the oatmeal bath

You're out of commission, you're tarred, you're feathered

And covered in lacquer, your head's in a bucket

That's ringing with laughter

You suckers, suckers, suckers, suckers

Salt bag spill, another salt bag spill

Salt bag spill, you're just a salt bag spill

Takin' out, you suckers

Takin' out [Incomprehensible]

Takin' out, you suckers