Song | Pass Me The Salt |
Artist | Jenny Wilson |
Album | Blazing I |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Don't touch it yet it's hot | |
Your fingertips will fall off | |
The kitchen's burning while I'm scraping the pots | |
Come on now eat your food | |
Cartridges fried and stewed | |
This table has become a combat zone | |
Sit down please be calm | |
Let's load our weapons now | |
This is a civil war | |
Oh please pass me the salt | |
I need some salt, salt | |
But you go on insult-insulting me | |
Feed the kids with what we've got | |
Chicken bones and porridge in a cup | |
They eat while I fall asleep with an open mouth | |
Yet no inspiration | |
Bread will do for ammunition | |
The fork and knife will be just fine | |
Grab anything let's start a fight | |
What do we know about war | |
What did we do before | |
Things we for certain don't remember anymore | |
Oh please pass me the salt | |
I need some salt, salt | |
But you go on insult-insulting me | |
What do you want my little son | |
A jack knife or a gun | |
Don’t use that language | |
And don’t chew with an open mouth | |
Licking for some salt | |
I'm taking from whoever cups his hand | |
Looking for some shelter | |
Looking for a better sweeter land | |
Do you know what it takes | |
Have you really passed the test | |
I think you could do it | |
If you really wanted to... |
Don' t touch it yet it' s hot | |
Your fingertips will fall off | |
The kitchen' s burning while I' m scraping the pots | |
Come on now eat your food | |
Cartridges fried and stewed | |
This table has become a combat zone | |
Sit down please be calm | |
Let' s load our weapons now | |
This is a civil war | |
Oh please pass me the salt | |
I need some salt, salt | |
But you go on insultinsulting me | |
Feed the kids with what we' ve got | |
Chicken bones and porridge in a cup | |
They eat while I fall asleep with an open mouth | |
Yet no inspiration | |
Bread will do for ammunition | |
The fork and knife will be just fine | |
Grab anything let' s start a fight | |
What do we know about war | |
What did we do before | |
Things we for certain don' t remember anymore | |
Oh please pass me the salt | |
I need some salt, salt | |
But you go on insultinsulting me | |
What do you want my little son | |
A jack knife or a gun | |
Don' t use that language | |
And don' t chew with an open mouth | |
Licking for some salt | |
I' m taking from whoever cups his hand | |
Looking for some shelter | |
Looking for a better sweeter land | |
Do you know what it takes | |
Have you really passed the test | |
I think you could do it | |
If you really wanted to... |
Don' t touch it yet it' s hot | |
Your fingertips will fall off | |
The kitchen' s burning while I' m scraping the pots | |
Come on now eat your food | |
Cartridges fried and stewed | |
This table has become a combat zone | |
Sit down please be calm | |
Let' s load our weapons now | |
This is a civil war | |
Oh please pass me the salt | |
I need some salt, salt | |
But you go on insultinsulting me | |
Feed the kids with what we' ve got | |
Chicken bones and porridge in a cup | |
They eat while I fall asleep with an open mouth | |
Yet no inspiration | |
Bread will do for ammunition | |
The fork and knife will be just fine | |
Grab anything let' s start a fight | |
What do we know about war | |
What did we do before | |
Things we for certain don' t remember anymore | |
Oh please pass me the salt | |
I need some salt, salt | |
But you go on insultinsulting me | |
What do you want my little son | |
A jack knife or a gun | |
Don' t use that language | |
And don' t chew with an open mouth | |
Licking for some salt | |
I' m taking from whoever cups his hand | |
Looking for some shelter | |
Looking for a better sweeter land | |
Do you know what it takes | |
Have you really passed the test | |
I think you could do it | |
If you really wanted to... |