Jenny Wilson Pass Me The Salt
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...
